Years have passed, Since I wrote, A word, a letter, To you, about you. I don’t hope, To see you, Nor do I wish, To find you. And yet, Here I am, Rummaging through pages, Of an old diary. All I find, Are broken dreams, Unfulfilled desires and, A sick rose!
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A path is made by walking on it
When Alice went after the white rabbit, T’was all about fun and glory, It isn’t exactly a fairy tale though, When the rabbit hole becomes, a part of your story. You stretch and pull yourself With the “eat me” and “drink me” things, Posing yourself with or against, The weights that tug at your will.Continue reading “A path is made by walking on it”
Black-out poetry
Today, I’ve tried to make my own little version of black out poetry from my favourite book. It’s about finding or making our own path. Hope it is appreciated and liked.
Pain never vanishes
What hurts the most? The goodbye you don’t see coming, The friendship you don’t see ending, The leaf, whose agony of falling, Goes unseen with the wind.. The transient blast of a supernova, The birth of a creation, Who is to measure.. The magnitude of its explosion?? The parting of a dear one, That leftContinue reading “Pain never vanishes”
Winnie’s Sijo
We brought Theo home, a bundle of joy, Trying to get over our loss, in his playful manners… In the graveyard, Winnie lays at rest, forgotten.
One moon is not enough
So they taught in school, That Jupiter has 79 moons, And Saturn has 82, If people lived on those planets, What would they do?? How would they tell one moon from another, And how would they study stuff, And that always made me wonder, If one moon is ever enough. To be someone’s muse, ToContinue reading “One moon is not enough”
Furniture of my heart
Welcome to the humble abode of my heart, Just mind your head a bit, And leave your shoes in the steel blue shoe rack, In the hallway of the inferior vena cava. … Let me invite you for tea, In the autumnal red atrium, Passing through the tricuspid door entry, Leaving our rancour outside. …Continue reading “Furniture of my heart”
Lajja
LAJJA Could mean apprehension A reluctance to open up, Could mean reserved, Or even hesitation, The best version by far is coyness, The muse, alluring its artist.
You’re not alone
No one may have known of the times you’ve stared at yourself in the mirror, Wondering where you went wrong, Or of the sleepless nights, You spent doubting your worth, Of the times you sat alone in the rocker, With your mug of stale coffee, Wondering where it all started going downhill, Or those timesContinue reading “You’re not alone”
Picture of you
Can I take a picture of you? An undisguised, unfiltered you, Candid and ruthlessly raw, Giggling childishly without a care in the world. Let me take this picture of you, Preserving your happy, undaunting spirit, For lest I ever see you disheartened, I’d present it to you. Let me picture you in the sun, BaskingContinue reading “Picture of you”
Wabi Sabi 