The Rapturous Green (Poem)

Watching heavy rains from inside the cosiness of a speedy train. (17sy-5/7/5) In rushing past trees, Being followed by rail tracks, Consciousness gets detained. (18sy-5/7/6) Journey has begun, Somewhere shall it end, Rapturous green (with me) shall remain. (17sy-5/5/7) #green #rapturousgreen #train #railtrack #haiku #rainsthroughtrain #monsoon #rains

WHERE DO I GET JUSTICE? (Poem)

You just have to reach any court somehow, All your problems shall instantly vanish.(2) Hire a priest flitting about in a black coat, Peddling his lies around the Premises, To worship the blindfolded goddess of law, And her personifications on earth! (6) All your rights- human, beastly, fundamental- shall be restituted immediately. (8) Perpetrators shall…

Who does not want Freedom? (Poem)

Who does not want to hop upon a bus, leaving for destination unknown? Who does not want to be swept by waves, receding back into infinite ocean? Who does not feel like walking on empty roads, headed nowhere, but where you wish to go? Who does not wish to float with black clouds and fall…

Weld Your Words (Poem)

Words that flow like water reach far, Words that get blown in air disappear, Words etched on stone cause bloody wars, Words soaked in spirits show us the mirror, Words spoken through eyes make you weak, Words full of malice speak the truth, Words by hired pens only serve their masters, Weld words onto time…

Ivory Towers V. Summer Vacations (Poem)

Officers live in Ivory Towers, Jurists hide inside their Black Coats, Ignorance inhabits Secretariats, But who is in Summer Vacation mode? (4) Kisans are still squatting on borders, Mazdoors are in transit on roads, Netas live in prayers and curses, Are doctors and nurses our only hopes? (8) The living are confined within their homes,…

Trite Questions : The Pointlessness of it All(A Poem)

Every morning asks the same questions- Will I witness some magic today? Did any miracle happen last night? What is the point in carrying on? Inertia has made drudgery bearable, Fear doesn’t let me take the leap. (6) Every morning I end up concluding- Life is not a product of my will, I exist for…

NO GERMINATION

Time is a river flowing from the past; Colours are but reflections of our thoughts; Sounds ring in our ears to keep us aware of life passing by, and approaching death. (4) News is what happens to people we know not; What runs in our minds is undocumented; Vague dissatisfaction is fairly rampant; They call…

Sayonara KKM- Unlit Cigarettes, Extinguished Sparks

Not that he would have wanted clocks to stop, nor for traffic to have halted for him. Some birds might go hungry tomorrow, A few street dogs might knock at his door. (4) Now Novak’s corner has one less fan, Rajni’s next film shall sell one ticket less, His vape machine waits to be picked…

THE URGE TO POST A MESSAGE

The Cursor beats like my anxious heart, Fingers getting restless to tap on the keyboard, which eagerly awaits    a message to reach the whole world.   (4) Let it flash on the bright screen, Do my thoughts crystallize as words, Or should I invoke Eliot’s wild beast- Dissociation of Sensibility!                   (8)  The urge to reveal or…

A Long Rant – On Djokovic Being Ruled Out (A Poem)

Footage finds the crime but did the ‘perp’ intend? Oh! so grievously hurt ,the lady didn’t pretend! Such better ways to fake it, Neymar left ashamed, Rules mean rules only if they cannot be bent. (4) Serena is never asked why she’s obliged to offend, Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to defend Novak,…

THEY ARE SCARED WITH YOUR CHOICE TO WRITE

Peddling narratives is their sole right.They are scaredWith your choice to write.(3) Nevertheless, you ought to try.Keep sending manuscripts,let them deny. (6) Fill pages, burn midnight oil.Speak, write, revealon what makes your blood boil. (9) Broadcast you views.Even if they get censored,they end up making news. (12) What is wheat to you, are to them…

A Sonnet on the Pointlessness of HOPE

From terrible confusion arises clarity of thoughts, In the sea of hopelessness float boats of hope, A wasteland is an invitation for life to sprout, ‘From darkness to light’ is a familiar trope. (4) Seize gets lifted to welcome freedom from fear, Trees of hatred become laden with love, After bothering for long troubles overnight…