Poetry What a prism is to white light,poetry is to feelings. Their Little Girl - Spoken Word Poetry To be or not to be… Contained Posted onApril 19, 2021May 25, 2021 0 So many nameless dots in the data that somebody, somewhere, reads in a report. So many nameless dots in the data each marking the collapse of someone's world. Souvenirs Posted onFebruary 27, 2021May 25, 2021 0 I sit with my souvenirs sprawled across the floor. Not the postcards and magnets, bought from some store. But the ones I collected from mountains and sea shores. Efforts of the Unseen Posted onNovember 2, 2020May 25, 2021 0 Before anyone stepped on the red carpet, they’d set the microphones and chairs. Then peep from a door far away, to admire the fanfares. The Whitest White Posted onOctober 15, 2020May 25, 2021 0 In the profound silence, to your soul the majestic mountains speak. Wordlessly, humbling you by nature's mystique. I Have a Tendency Posted onSeptember 18, 2020May 25, 2021 0 Why do I want to move mountains for thee, more than wanting to move a feather for me? Undistort the Distortion Posted onAugust 23, 2020May 25, 2021 0 The city dwellers will never know, The anguish of a farmer, increasing with each passing day. When the effort they put in for months, Is either parched or washed away. The Wave Posted onJuly 6, 2020May 25, 2021 0 no matter when you see it it coaxes you coming slowly repeatedly relentlessly and continuously to coax your troubles away Lockdown Lessons #2 Posted onJune 19, 2020May 25, 2021 0 This lockdown has given us the luxury to stay out of harm's way. But, what if, there was no garbage collection during this time? Or, at any time? An Ode to Hampi Posted onMay 2, 2020May 25, 2021 1 Oh, what are the odds? Of your work, that you carved, sculpted and perfected, being mere pillars that people, years later, just walk past. Lockdown Lessons #1 Posted onApril 22, 2020May 25, 2021 0 As we cook and clean at home, without food delivery and housemaids, maybe we could learn to be more mindful of these unsung heroes? It Won’t Heal Posted onFebruary 20, 2020May 25, 2021 6 They say it’ll be alright, ’cause hope is a comforting thing. But what good is the light at the end of the tunnel, for the hearts that are aching? A Night of Light, with You Posted onJanuary 13, 2020May 25, 2021 0 We’ll sit all night to see the fireflies fill the air. Like a shower of confetti, swirling. Till morning greets us, without a care. Feelings and Metrics Posted onDecember 21, 2019May 25, 2021 0 The whole world wants to decide how much I should and shouldn't feel like there is some metric to adhere to. Eyes are a Doorway Posted onNovember 7, 2019May 25, 2021 0 can you hear the voices of the storms in my eyes? or can you hear the melody of mischief and chirpy delight?