and then again, I wonder, wonder what’s in a form; form thoughts into words, words don’t have norms. norms are but standards, standards I have to raise; raise the level I can write, write for me, not praise. praise is but inspiration, inspiration to much more; more is less, that I know, know that I … Read moreBelief!
today my world feels glum and in its silent roads I hear the cries of unheard souls cursing I fear this strange silence will swallow me alive I want to forget, I try but in vain I see this reckless world fill with hatred and angst a smug glee to see suffering in life I … Read moreSilent, yet not…
another beautifully crafted, delicately executed form, gifted in heartfelt inkdrops joyfully kept with love in my mind; now only put to queer readable shape, to unveil in a vague whisper, my xenial and young zeal for verse. Seven days, seven posts, that’s what the Write Tribe Festival of Words is about. Oh, and the theme … Read moreAnother day, another form…
what makes me a poet, I wonder? how am I different from the rest? do I observe what others see, or hear songs sung by silence? does time slow down as I write, and the world blur around me? what thoughts can inspire me as I sit in the shade, and wonder? of these shadows, … Read moreThe Poet in Me…
how beautiful is this meadow, asleep in the arms of a breeze, the moonlight singing a berceuse only my ears strain to hear; ah, this insomniac wonders — could I sleep and miss these joys? Seven days, seven posts, that’s what the Write Tribe Festival of Words is about. Oh, and the theme is “Seven” … Read moreInsomniac’s Meadow
Relief I find Amidst the heat In drops that fall Near my feet Dancing in the wind Renewed joys Onward I tread Pleasant feels, the Struggle ahead Seven days, seven posts, that’s what the Write Tribe Festival of Words is about. Oh, and the theme is “Seven” as well. I thought what do I do, … Read moreRaindrops