Go on…

I begin with a promise To myself, And to you in turn. I will not pace myself With fiction. I would not lie to you, And would not distance Myself from your Disdain and Distrust. My pen flows freely, Without spurts and Without breaking My prose's stride. It's easy, for my prose Lacks character. It …

Work-In-Progress

Forget irritation that scalds your very skin. Forget wounds that make you bleed. Forget pain that licks your bones.  When sadness and disappointment make love with impunity upon your soul and leaves its marks for the world to gawk on, you lose your footing. You twist and fall in a heap with the world around …

Journal Entry Nine

Serendipity. Although, I don't really know what exactly is so awesome/beneficial about this, but this is the closest word I remembered for this. Journal Entry Eight was a year ago.  Journal Entry Seven was almost 2 years ago. Thankfully, Journal Entry Six was just just 5 days before Seven. So, in a nutshell, I've got 3 …

Writing Lines

I was sitting here, at my Breakfast table And waiting for some instance that Awoke within me the will to write; Some signal from above To help me pen my First word for the day. I wrote a little bit Of random things, To flex those parts That help to elucidate, To think and to …

I met a man

I spoke to a man yesterday Who wouldn't learn. Someone who couldn't bring Himself to see the roads' turn. He saw nothing in the wink Of an eye, He followed naught the precedent Of a lie. How  finger curling in the air Meant a beckon. How a smile curved towards the Side is one to reckon. He …

Writing a poem?

Writing poetry is all about squeezing the moment. Coming from me, you shouldn’t take it very seriously since I’m not much of a writer so writing poetry is something that lies in the realms of the dreamlands. Since it comes from Prasoon Joshi you might want to pay attention to it. He says that one …

House of Blah

They said that life was mine And that I ought to grab it. They said that it was fair And that I should've known it. They called me names When I toed the line; They thrust their pouts When I crossed their minds. They hollered abuses For I was a goner. I played their games and they …

Of Prose and Poetry

I've penned verses of Sunsets and starry nights; Of many cleaved lovers And of the deathly sighs. Of broken oaths I've Written reams And lengthy stories Of love it seems. Of warring tribes who Avenge their deaths; Of men and women Who loved without regret. Of honey kissed hills, Of lonely seas; Of betrothed sweetness, …

Book Review: Lullaby

As the title suggests the book is about a tiny poetry called the “The Culling Song”. It has its origin in Africa and the song is sung to tiny children in times of grief like famines and droughts; or to crippled warriors in a battlefield who are about to die. It’s a song to end …

Jealousy

I started writing when I was in class 12. The second half of SYJC to be precise. Well, I actually wrote my first few lines of rhymes when I was in class 4 or something. But they were just those. Rhymes. That was not poetry. Poetry, that I try to write. That I’m still trying …