A million years ago we met cause the time with you was so finite for a thousand years you are gone now to browbeat my heart like kite barring the touch , you still breathe in me A hundred years past , I still sit on the pane for your sight for you tied on … More Time contrast (sonnet #1)
My leaflet, how will I pass my moments without you my leaflet, you were my lifeline and you know it too my leaflet… how rude was of him who made this rule which shatters this rock strong heart of mine you were my most prized possession tommorow you leave its the last time we … More Leaflet
Had the eyes no colour The rainbow, no shine. Had the lips no moisture The bottle, no wine.
Next time when we meet Not that I will be upset But yeah I will shy, wry The root might get wet How easy it seemed Neither bye nor good Was it all mature? Or stupid boyhood Grew you me did To you and I taught But what good those teachings were That … More Gone Days
I will not proceed this time, My soul’s voice now you must hear You always broadened my smile I dare you! now stop my tear
Few months back there were two very sad and accidental deaths in my locality. Both of them were young, energetic, handsome, full-of-life teenagers. Both died in a road accident. But there was one difference between them, one was poor and another was rich. Both kid’s mothers being my mother’s acquaintances (one her kitty partner and … More The right to be mourned
“But it will be difficult”,some well wisher told me. But I had no plans to stop. Somehow you don’t realise when the shade changes, but if you are very lucky you have that one person around you to bring the blood’s red back to the pomegranate’s. Oh! the moment was very special. When the sashe … More From My Eyes
Black bone rimmed spectacles but hopeful eyes, loose grey pants but willful legs, wodden long stick but helpful arms and subtile words and expressions.My grand father was not very old when he died but his youth had left him the day when he said to me “my body aches, I don’t feel young anymore”. We … More Bed of sand, Grave of ash, Life of glass
According to hindus when they [god] couldn’t find a very secretive place to hide the biggest truth [god] from man kind he chose the inside of the man. Oh now you are thinking am I amongst one of those believers. Blind believers. No. But I believe in god, not krishna or durga or holy virgin or buddha … More when God is in us even Evil is
A flooding smile, a broad baby pivot, a direct eye and a firm handshake. How many of us use them as the major part of our virtual clothing when we first come across a foreign homo sapein? Probably none of us. Even if we include a smile, pivot and eye contact in the first meet … More A Firm Handshake
