Last month, I attended a poetry workshop called Soulcraft on poetic forms. It was only for a week but I was amazed as to how much I learnt in this short span of time. Writing poems is not always about emotions but it becomes tricky and challenging when you have to follow the rules to…
Category: Poetry
Bonding with Bougainvillea
The petals soon unfurled, their rose tinted garb shined, signed across the azure background, a sight so magical, to behold. The peachy floret is enchanting, minus the aroma, it still is breathtaking, collects praise , sometimes imprecations, unbothered it blossoms without apprehensions. *** With two tiny little eyes, I looked at the open spaces, vast,…
Rescue
A gush of wind, passed by me, touched my bare skin, a familiar touch, a fragrance so akin. A splash of darkness spilled over me, pulled my heart strings, with a bunch of memories, some smiles and some tears. A sky full of stars, hovered over me, reminded my mind, a loneliness amongst the crowds,…
Independence
Independence is probably a bird, that is free to fly in the open sky, flapping its wings with all force, soaring great heights, putting in all efforts. If you plan to cage the bird, & look into what it eats ; what it thinks, the bird might still survive the wings will just forget to…
One day, one fine day…
One day, One fine day, when we are gone, we will leave behind, the thoughts that we carried, the dreams that we dreamed. One day, One fine day, when we are gone, we will be memorized, for the struggles that we overcame, for not bowing down to be the ‘same’. One day, One fine day,…
O’ Love… never leave me!
I flipped the pages of memory, found some torn pages, of unfulfilled desires, of broken promises, of forgotten seasons, but I failed to trace ‘you’!I flipped the pages of memory, found some half inked pages, of unexecuted dazzling dreams, of lost innocent smiles, of youthful trust in bonds, but I failed to trace ‘me’ !I…
Shot for a Click
His eyes saw what others missed, so he picked up the lens to show the crowd , the naked truth that many tend to avoid, the stark reality that may look ugly & sad. He had a soulmate that clicked & shot, pictures that spoke more than words , a lot, he had befriended fear…
Flowers in a garden
The flowers in the vase look pretty neatly arranged stacked with care a cut here and a cut there trims that the hands desire the pattern is predesigned the formations that are pre alligned a thing of beauty that is suitably placed sometimes in the corner & sometimes centrally propped The flowers in the garden…
Sunsets in May
The dusk hours in May are special, for they surely have an alluring appeal, when the colors change across the horizon, when the world tries to slow down, when the birds fly back one by one , When the heart sings a retro song, like the lone tree, I stand still, witnessing the change in…
The Dried Petals
Lying between the folds, of the pale-colored pages of the diary, the dried rose flower, Standing as a testimony, of the promises that were, made believing the dream, that we together envisioned, of holding onto each other, against adversities of the whole world, looking into my eyes, as if gazing through my soul, touching my…
