“Every bit of food we waste is a chance we lose to create a fairer and more sustainable world.” – Unknown I am Health.The unseen ally in your daily skirmish,against lethargy and woes.As you embody me andI keep you sustained,We anxiously await the sacred spread,only which can satisfy our combined trigger,called Hunger from eons and…
CategoryPoetry
The Unspoken
On a Thursday that flirted with frostbite,New York City crouched under its own weight—steel towers, whispered winds, and the soft crunchof snow finding refuge on cobblestones. Larry, all scarf and cane, shuffled toward the subway,his breath little clouds of resignation.The old aeronautical engineer,half-pilot of his own past,still sharp enough to spot a flawed trajectory.“What’s the…
Festival Embers
Festival, joy, lights all around,Each lamp lit bright, a spark of cheer.Tell me, Govind, can you feel it, too?This rush in the air, this glow we walk through? The street’s alive, with rangoli on stone,Each curve a story, each hue its own.Barefoot we trace paths laid by hands unseen,Wonders crafted from rice and dreams. The…
Celestial Whispers
In the serene hills, where the Nilgiris rise,I guide our sheep through the emerald green,Tea plantations stretch endlessly,Mist clings to the peaks,whispering secrets of the past.I’m a timid boy, always scanning,Cautious and alert, every step measured. The night was cool,the air sharp as I stood on the hill,Feet pressed into the damp earth,The grass wet…
The Quiet Choice
I walk the halls, a place of learning, they say,But shadows lurk, and whispers echo, a different tale each day.I am just a kid, with dreams and hopes, like any other.Yet today, I find myself a target, a pawn. I remember the first time I saw him,that kid with fists like iron, words like glass—both…
The Mirror Within
“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” – Henry David Thoreau In the quiet corners of our hearts,where whispers of the soul reside,there lies a gentle force,often unseen, yet deeply felt. Have you ever wondered,how a smile can bridge a chasm,or a tear can…
The Oscars Ode
* Italicized are nominees * Bold are winners King Elvis was The Whale. Often packed in a bottle is the Aftersun, Perhaps The Banshees of Inisherin are indeed real and Living. Pinocchio was Turning Red, The Sea Beast smiled, Puss in Boots had The Last Wish, Off went Marcel The Shell with Shoes On. Oh…
Mystery
Mysteries are aplenty around us,often persistent and rarely tedious.They trigger our curiosity in the material world,They present us questionsin the metaphysical sphere. While just reading as a fact,there is a Crooked Forest in Poland,presents a canvas for limitless imagination. Seeing it in person or pixels,pushes us to think differently. Nature did wear an artist’s hat,in…
Simple.
The world was simple,our reach was simplerand life was simplest…all in a relative sense. We miss them, don’t we? Stories that beganwith “long long ago”,pranks that endedwith plucking a mango.Walking the aislesat local video store,no wiki or googleto give a review score. A happy home with a solo TV screen,in front of whichthe family would…
Hey Life(!)
A composite poetic form of: (a) Three rhyming couplets, (b) Seven stanzas of a subtly modified version of Rannaigecht, a native Irish poetic form (A four-line stanza with three syllables in first line; 7-8 syllables in lines second, third and fourth.) Hey Diary! don’t you be a strangerwhat’s on the agenda, I wonder A black…