Chatting Poems

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement. Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose. Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life. Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable

Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were

Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.

Every homecoming is a nomad’s offerings for forgiveness, A silent prayer, An apology for neglecting the roots, that have borne him. Two lovely yet lonely souls, leaning on each other Still, on their own worlds, Slowly move around and do

You left a spectral smile that stalks my mind, To haunt my only niche in Time and Space, My every thought in reverie I find, Reminiscing your compassion and grace; You’ve gazed into my eyes, fathomed my soul, To bare

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people

She steps into the world UNwanted As a child She can’t differentiate herself from Boys On her Teens shyness creep in and she distances from adolescent boys On crossing the Teens maturity dawns in and dreams of an appropriate life

why dream cloud you hang so low? are all my dreams too much to hold? all my dreams they rain on me. it storms tonight so carelessly. the wind sings songs like symphoines. then thunder and lighting are drowned out.

While I dread the monotony of days that pass me by, I relish in the lack of responsibility I deliberately choose for myself And the beauty of un-productivity that allows me to seep into the deep recesses of my thoughts

He Ignited Minds of many, And gave them Wings of Fire, His life portrayed many a Turning Points, Having said this, Even I want to be a Kalam! Through his vision – India 2020 He aimed to Target 3 Billion,

Hey you, just a dot in the sky, I know how big you are, there, I know distance is the foe, you fear, Divided by light years, Trust me, diminished infinitesimally, You look prettier. We all have foes and friends,

I lie down and ponder, Under the sky full of thunder. What I see is heavens roaring, Soon the clouds too start pouring, As if they are crying in some grief And asking God for some relief. Soon my eyes

Exfoliated, I come to you, to scratch the blighted palace of the body, where a god lived once. Dervish, when did you stop whirling? The tomb is gone, the shroud tattered. I am collecting the withered roses. It rips open,

That song, so sweet, sweet music to my heart, Has played so many times to my delight, Or countless since the time my daydreams start, As they persist to also drone each night; It might occur that such a tune

For a moment I see things turning beautiful all seems to be the way I wanted: the way they were in the past. For a moment my tears dissipated from my eyes and a bright smile lights up my face.

There were two paths it was up to me to choose, The path full of happiness or the path with tears and sorrow, I was alone, very alone at the place which was unknown. No one was there to support

We are born when we are born. We look around and see what we see. We then get on with it. We deal with what we have. This was true for those born one thousand years ago. It is true

…. Heal These Broken Wings Perhaps I was addicted to the lighter side, Smothered in darkness put whippings on my backside Somehow as an adult my heart became alive, It used to be asleep blind & only smiles I don’t

“Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me” – George Orwell There was a time when we were young, A time when we were young and free, When the sunshine and the gleaming dawn Brought us dreams

Dry leaves ruffle together like voices over a gentle waterfall. In this coolness of night are echoes that drift ever so quiet on a breeze, into sleep and the solitude of dreaming. A single thought, a breath, a tear… Sounds

How has history harkened to he? Through time he has become older, And distorted years, too much they see: How a man once real, has become sold, His discovery praised, but his life forgotten. And he’ll pass so silently, In

Faith is like passing through the path of thorns But without being his dress torn or being inured This is how a faithful survives and just adorns Against all non believers who are heretic ,absurd Faith is a force which

You are my husband but you never see me unless you want something. With you I always seem to have very bad timing. I am bugging you. Why don’t you just say go away. Why don’t you just say I

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

Family first, And old saying, As if from a western, Almost sounds rehearsed. Yet when I tip my cap, On this dusty afternoon, I appreciate the folks, Whom without life’s a lonely moon. When carrying across, Metaphorical plains, Dry and

One whom I know for ages wanted me to explain what friendship is all about Frankly I too was seeking an answer to it but stood helpless in asking the same Though I am unaware what friendship means I am

Immersion in a regal carnage. Ash colored dawn was gang-raped. A bullet-ridden sexism shuts out the fame. Starts a chilling confession. O, my orion I adore your ruffled stance. Do not make a kill. Sunflower, why your seeds were participating

The children were purpled at a very quick glance you could kid yourself they’d gotten into grape juice taken the blueberries out of the freezer had a fight with makeup of some kind they were just dead each lying on

The walks of life has layers of past Some of my own and some unknown Few conquered truths amassed Many a battles lost and thrown. Scars of wreckage and circle of life Oh, those angel with heavy wings, still flies

Feeling buried like it’s over Amidst suffering and total anger Igniting hell to burn my heart inside Leaving scars unable to hide Under this skin there came a blast Reaching head, clashing toes with brunt Emptied glass once full with

What is lost, what did we gain what was possible then what makes it impossible now answers lost in translation questions re-phrased to mean different things feelings are still the same thoughts wander off though I saw a vision and

There was a portrait under the landscape. Whispering of clouds, writhing body and tense folds. The sorrows hold out a veiled threat. Mortality itself will finish the epic abstraction? I am not sure, and then the fog rises. Afraid of

When you stop crying over little things, and try to strive everything towards comfort and ease, When you clear the problems,and have the guts, To face every situation and overcome, When you start working towards excellence, and learn that nothing

When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:

Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.

My promise to you… I will never forget the life we shared together..I will never forget the feeling I have when im with you..I will never forget the feeling of warmth in my heart when I heard you say I