Some Gulmohar Thoughts
Is it the intensity of separation which gives – Deep blood red colour to gulmohar flowers? When monsoon rain arrives Gulmohars start saying good bye Witnessing how many separations!! Infinite When the flowers get...
Category: Poetry
I don’t know why
In the corridors of deep memory Flashing through the thick mist of past Are deep storms roaring And shadows of invisible throbs fading up; Cracking thoughts calling back Making great waves of wounds And...
Mischievous time and its half-truths
In the corridor of past Now beats a flower fallen long back💓 Its condensed misty drops Are dropping as chilled tears Dissolving heavy heart & its unsolved puzzles. In one of those lonely steps...
My glowing lamp
“My glowing lamp has reached its nightfall🪔🪔 Oil exhausted, flame gone🔥🔥 And your memories have begun to smoke Suffocating me with its pungent smell😶” “I am a burning lamp Whose glow has reached its...
All These Possessions Are Yours
Those sad verses which wake up in my lines Those depressed footprints which fill my shadows Those footfalls of separation which tuned my memories Those teardrops which condensed in heart as pearls Those lamps...
Death, You are still a stranger to me
Springs are many which touched and passed me One of those stories Reminds me about a spring Which gasped in front of me for a moment, And then passed by. Autumns deeply rooted are...
My withered plant
She buried her lost dreams Along with its memories. Instead of water she gave it Charcoal of her burnt memories. And on its top placed a flowering plant. But she never cared it like...
My Child, For You
My child, I reserve for you The paths where my footsteps are not printed My child, I am humming for you The tunes untouched by my hot breathes The lullabies I sing for you...
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