Out of the Ashes

I have risen out of the ashes A night so long Blacker than black With my feet tired and cracked A journey of heaven and earth And this whole universe I have wandered once and over Every night and all night But time stood still Now the moment has ticked And I have risen withContinue reading “Out of the Ashes”

Colour of Solace

It resides in the depth of your eyes The beauty Eyes the colour of azure waters Life is what else but your voice And what you say Words of gold I can sew them in my pores and wrap myself in their heat in the dark winter under my skin and put them on myContinue reading “Colour of Solace”

That Day

One day, the time will come You will cry, what you done That day you will weep Eyes shall mourn Your heart will break And it shall burn In silence of nights Cheeky sunlights You will cry With painful sighs You will think of me In boundless sights One day, the time will come YouContinue reading “That Day”

Creativity Assassin

It is true when I am writing, SEO is not on my mind. It is rather depreciating for my creativity. An apt term would be the creativity assassin. Should I first be thinking about what to insert, to attract, within lines of a poem that is stringing a tune with my brain cells?! Or afterContinue reading “Creativity Assassin”

Silver Jubilee

(My father’s favourite) This is all courtesy of my lips and all the copyrightsAll the beguiling mystery and wonder some mightThe curve and stretch, the lines and groovesAnd hidden white shells, secret of twitch-in the lips. The day I married you, my luck was having a breakTissues in the pockets and snowflakes in the washerSocksContinue reading “Silver Jubilee”

Tough talk

You know, time is precious. In terms of business people talking, time is money. For me, time is learning. We all have heard the phrase, “sands of time”. There are two most precious things in this world, in my humble but confident opinion; time and Innocence. Of course there are others. Well, innocence is theContinue reading “Tough talk”

Nothing new

An old sore, abuse. Abuse breeds abuse. We have listened to and talked about it over and over again. But what good it has done. It is a never ending cycle. Abuse is a living, breathing, reproducing being. Yes, it has horns and an ever fire blowing nose. It’s sad. Sad. Whoever possesses power ofContinue reading “Nothing new”