Category: Poetry

• July 23, 2015

  Timetables

  Every morning we wake up With a feeling of disgust — Just another day Of routines and rituals Your diligence is awe-inspiring I keep rolling — restless in bed As you calmly get ready To set out for the usual business Every day And as you step out of that doorway I turn my eyes…
• December 18, 2014

  This, That and Nothing

  I stand by the roadside Waiting for something Or perhaps nothing? A man walks past, Limping towards me With a burning cigarette In his left hand I move aside in a jiffy And notice a little boy Pretending to be a puppy dog “Wow wow”, he frolics On the concrete pavement As his mother turns…
• January 19, 2014

  This Is No Dream

  Ah, the poverty of the written word! It does not carry the punctuations Nor gestures or embellishments Of a spoken utterance Listen to the silence! I went sleepless and troubled Hiding under my pallid skin As a thick blanket of darkness Enveloped the starless night This is no dream, my love For dreams have no…
• October 21, 2011

  A handful of sky

  Memories of a handful of sky A moonlit night A heavenly garden Moments frozen in a macrocosm Mired in haziness A collage of images Of the dead and the doomed. A treasure Of a thousand smiles A ten thousand cries A million hearts Breathing hope And drinking grief. Mothers’ frantic calls Sounds of the marching…