I am the ‘world’ and I have stories to tell. Story that I read from millions millions who fell and arose. I read them everyday over tea, lunch, dinner and by my bedside lamp. So you are nothing special just another interesting book, that I chose to read. But I was touched,Continue reading “A Message”
Category Archives: poetry
A time traveller
Sometimes all u need is to cry to let it all wash. Sometimes all you need is this place where you can find yourself a simple you, pure and pristine. It’s darkness comforting. I dont know what I am now a person evolved… I want to run back into those wildness wildness of childhoodContinue reading “A time traveller”
Memoirs of a Mumbai train journey
after a very long day… tiredness gazes, into this blur of colours passing by, rocking gently along it’s rhythm. listening, to the sound of the moving engine, sirens and talking people. This gaze into emptiness, flashes random thoughts. For some, sadness and despair, for others, happiness and joy. Weighed by these, the lines on theContinue reading “Memoirs of a Mumbai train journey”
A quest for a lifetime
I realised I can absorb, absorb what I need from what I see and mould them to fit into what I seek. Or rather they fit in by themselves becoming a part of this amazing maze. These jigsaw pieces talk to me, sometimes in a language I grasp, sometimes in numbers that trapContinue reading “A quest for a lifetime”
Walking an ant’s path
They say they know it all.. they say they have learnt it all.. walking around with that pride their empty eyes showed nothing but neglect. Their eyes at the back, slowly moving across that narrow path, they reached nowhere, but into this web the web of people and past.. I learnt it too,Continue reading “Walking an ant’s path”
A native outlander
Am back.. seeing the same things.. the same things that changed. I believed, I had a new heart, a new eyes.. and thought this new me could speak speak of every logic it could gather. But today, I realise, it was all the same after all. I felt, Comfort in the beginning, angerContinue reading “A native outlander”
‘The Beginning’
It fears me the blank stretch ahead that awaits filling my each movement recorded these ghosts, haunt or smile? I can’t tell. In my early morning rush, I see them as I climb down, I see them and I see them as they linger with the sun fading and sharpening. Then, as theContinue reading “‘The Beginning’”
Esmeralda, Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
Along it went, taking me through its roller coaster path curving and zig-zagging, ears ringing with the roaring heartbeats I reached high above raising my arm, I touched the giant moon I sweeped through the roof dust, watched the drama on the tenth level living room, tried reaching the high oars of the boatmen every turn, everyContinue reading “Esmeralda, Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino”
A Venetian Reception
I like the night Slowing down every pace, it sleeps dreaming a promising tomorrow a sudden stillness a time to forget and to close the eyes to a different world. Yet I sit here, listening moving ripples, birds, occasional boats and distant traffic surrounded by this ancient darkness unfamiliar yet familiar, beautiful yet scary. AContinue reading “A Venetian Reception”
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