This evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand,
I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand, She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw it into the bin, Where it lay, among the trash, tucked in.
Then, a few moments after, a rag picker stopped by, And began to fish earnestly for food in the bin when, this bag caught his eye – He happily tore it open, and bit by bit, He finished every last morsel in it.
Talk about irony – on the one hand there’s everything in plenty, there’s abundance, While on the other, even the left overs make a huge difference.
Want to shed the knowledge far from the strings and becoming myself again. Can you catch the time slipped from your hands when you were chasing the tiger? Phrases were still burning like white phosphorus on my forehead. Where do
Autumn is one of the four seasons of all Here, the leaves of the trees do fall. Night spreads it’s darkness prematurely And cold ascends with it cavalierly. Nothing’s different in the autumn of life Where the wrinkled cheeks and
Whirlpool of emotions spins… When u think . Who’s first choice u r… Is Solitude always an answer… When life just echos your chaios.. Among first words ever told.. A voice calls you ‘Amma’ … As though all my questions
I have written to you,God,grand poet and mentor, the living,extinct,prevailing wind and conscience of the universe, the unwilling,abettor of natural calamities,and unjustifiable, casual observer of human genocides among human assailants, to take note of your neutrality, having observe all these
Expedition of life starts at dawn. Trainers come genetically, custom and society fill the gap, we start a journey, the route is misty. I started for the Kanchenjunga Half of the track was well lit road rest was chosen weather-wise.