Will the Promised Renaissance Ever Come

Dawn of sleep in the night Is the product of weariness His anatomy receives In the hue and cry of the day Carrying the fire in the belly Reason never does have a siesta Dozing in the night is the reluctant child Ever escaping from the homework Once the grey beared faces Talked of renaissance…

An Ancient Guest Treasures an Immortal Rose

While dusting some very old books Today an old naked book drew his eyes With his right index finger Tapped out the ancient guest The devastated state of it Pleaded for a read Who says only heart houses The remotest of secrets Fingers too know the trajectory The middle finger opened Page one six nine…

An Exhibition

I had to ask somethingShall I?That lacerated faceYour fulmination adornedIs worth an exhibit?Or the pierced heartThat your arrow of indifference didThe pale eyes like moonless skyOr the crumpled handkerchiefStained with marks of tear dropsDid you see the swollen feetWalking in your questThat sore wound on kneesWhen he stooped onFor a life filled with little zestYour…

Childplay

How long should a man look At a river and pile up The fear within of drowning People are often seen Romanticising the sight Where a wedlock occurs Of waves receding and advancing Binary of dread and dare Fair we topple down Can we imagine the possible extent Of its depth and posit ourselves there…

A Sublime Embodiment

O mother! Sweet mother! After the man, my darling father With heart of gold departed Art thou not there to flood me With due love, care and blessings? Amid all the lustre and comfort That you render/ed, One star was missed badly, so very desperately And that was my darling dad. Yeah! I appreciate your…

A Halted Gypsy

A dark narrow tunnel between Two over bridges with railway tracks A makeshift home under A roof for him to hide It was but a conspiracy of time Intriguing the ill-fated soul Into the ever entangling web Of daily challenges And excruciating misery A constant hide and seek All but no peace Hunger pinching the…

Impostors

Doesn’t it take a history To build the colossal empire Of power and principles? Every construction inhales Countless deconstructions Races razed down, maps obliterated Poets,artists, minstrels,masons Patronages galore In courts and palaces Yet humanity yells and cries At its unspeakable misery Vanity eaten heaps of flesh and blood Make the choir sing their vain glory…

Sleep

Your undue absence And thirst shot up to the brim Water he drank turned into blood Now smeared are his lips With bloody red Induced to sleep the shaky legs Inched forth the bedroom Harrowing horror hugged him tightly Blindfolded as he was In his inebriated state Pulled a torch out of his overcoat Shoved…

Journey

A bay is made of words With depth fathomless And at the pit is heaped The vestiges of sufferance and life Abandoned by the earth On his shoulder did he keep The tiny bundle of rags And set on the journey Torn fabrics revealed Too much of skinny skeleton On the way Whatever he saw…

Silence

He was alleged when he went tight-lipped Herd of words followed by Oh! They hurt and ripped They all cried Bayed he is in the scoffing dilemma After much pondering Came a choice “Now silence is my voice”. So thin has grown the line Between the right and wrong Eyes of obscurity wink and whine…