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Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no
Though I belong to the Middle class possessing hardly any liquid cash thought of invalid notes sent shiver in my spines Losing the currency in one stroke set a psychological upheaval in my mind Thoughts of whether I really had
You might be watching me, but I am watching you, You think that you’re listening but I am hearing you, You read my body language but I read yours loud and clear, You’re present in the room but your mind
Rain shattering, sunlight beaming capturing loneliness, wonders in the sea of tender love Close your eyes and think about the quiet moment and the quiet years. Pray for forgiveness Pray for strength, pray for love Pray for courage Awaken desire
Someday Someday I’ll wake up before the alarm Kiss your forehead while u sleep in my arms Flip our pancakes Focusing for my ambulance You will change bad to good. Give teens another chance. Showing the light thats inside Leading
It was a wake up call invoked in the beginning of serene numbness. Under the veiled threat of a moon celebrating the kill. A path in croci; waiting becomes a torture for a saffron sundown, mercury was rising on snowy
O light, where liveth thee? O light, darkness kills me. O light, will you ever come? O light, you only seek some. O light, why does dark haunt me in your presence? O light, go away, you have no essence.
Sumptuousness of the cafe, Sitting at the corner… Softly Decorated with glasses comforts of Air-Conditioner.. Silent faces unknown held down on phone-screen… Headphones and Ringtones like sounds of guillotine Inside the head-Rage and fire against the politics-bullshit of generation of
Every breath I take is flavored with your divine name, Truly, I don’t care about whatever way people defame. Oh God! It gives me feeling as you are my divinity, From dawn to dusk, keenly, I search your proximity. My
I keep you trapped between my jaws. my silence breeds more silence in the spaces between my teeth. I let you witness my infinitude. I let my madness consume us. Do you fear me now? I keep you close between
I wished once to be a mountain Rivers flowing by my side My feet resting where waters drain Seawards, and there to meet the tide Then, wished I to be that river Meandering on course diverse Heading to sea till
Liars are them who say aren’t afraid of the dark. Monsters under them bed they fear… The howl of wolf at a distance they hear… Liars are them who say they aren’t afraid of the dark. Marshy creeks. Silence shrieks.
‘As the sun gently leave this desert plain With wistful silence in the twilight air And birds softly close their sweet refrain As they firmly rest in their evening lair In the depths of this cloudy terrain Where the skies
I… signed your smile while pain betrayed today’s genesis stunning relief beneath purple galaxy filaments. smile awhile, while sourwood fall atop meadows dipped mystic dew of old untolds renewing that Me… Us… running steps mountain high…valley depths saturate sweet sweat
In Biblical times there was a youngster name David who killed a lion and a bear. Later on, he also killed a terrorizing giant and became the second king of Israel. My oldest brother never became a king, but he
Where leaves abound, much fruit is rarely found, When words are more, finding much sense is hard, As when nuggets are dug up from the ground, Dross makes mountains, while gold yields but a shard; We laud marksmen, when hitting
The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights, trying to put together the missing pieces of this puzzle called life. A Poet who writes in the garden and then must write in the war, may
A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.
Majestic you are, Awe inspiring is your peaks, Touching the sky, Meandering through your rocky terrain is Many a Holy River, Causing the rise of ancient civilizations, Beauty manifested in magnanimity; Dotted with Shrines, Where Silence is worshiped, And Sanctity
I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?
Now that Armistice has passed One Hundred Years this time I wonder what those boys would think If today, they were alive? Through all their years of valour Experiences and pain To fight for King and Country I hope it’s
The crowd buzzed like a hornet’s nest The cacophony too loud The girl on stage was all alone Staring beyond the crowd The colours around All red and yellow meant to reflect The bridal glow Spectators sitting Speculations were rife
the Ouija board is brand new the table just dusted an aggressive scent of lemon burning nostrils so everyone’s sniffing like they’d just lost a relative five hands around the planchette sweaty fingertips and bit cuticles connected up to skeptical
Still-flowing River of Time! Would I may store you In dollar or dime Had you but store value! I would these cupped hands Could stay you, O indivisibly-grained sands Of invisibly-seen hue! And we shall, my love and I, Pit
Our childhood flew, watching you toil so hard! Days and night appeared almost the same, when we looked up to you… Every time we were infirm, I remembered you stayed up all night with us. Stunning us the very next