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…
CategoryPoetry
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…
Straws of Strength
Even lines are one or two syllables in length; and if read separately, form a quote and mini-poem on their own. I wonder what is one invincible force –Hope isDon’t I desire it to spring first than bethe lastTo have is to make life a betterthingTo not have is the feeling of despairever To summon…
Like nobody else’s
Summer vacation was an oasis,deservedly off books and no classroom.But for the short meal breaks,much of time between dawn and duskwas in the streets of the neighborhood,or at the dusty playground thrashing a cricket ball.No life’s stressors at play, andno clue how many hours in a day.Abundance of joy in every heart,plenty of smiles despite…
Jab, we met
A skill of offense,a tactic of defensecoming off the sturdy gloves,borne by the brave oozing with grit. History has been a witnessto many a thumping victories,often perched in the darkin a ringside seat.When that thrust of a punchshifted from iron fists,to a crouching and dodging cheeks;the aura in the ring lits up,erupting into reverberating decibels….
Ain’t the Spring of Pain
Nestled in the woods,the trail rode uphill.Wrapping around a quaint barn,winding down in its path.Like parting with the hillthat gave an abode.It bid adieu, forking at the pond,splitting ways east and west. Barring an one-off weather,Rishi would frequent the trail with vigor.Be it the cold wintry dawn,weak spring sunshine,muggy summer sky, ora warm autumn day,…
Black and White
Studded with plateaus anddistant craggy peaks,Tataouine sat at the mouthof semiarid Tunisian Sahara.As the sun bid adieu for the day,the sand cooled off its heelsin the heart of a dry barren land. A small flock of Barbarin sheepmade a beeline, nudging each otherkicking dust, treading back abode.Miled’s vocal cues echoed in the air,steering them through…
Fear
When doubt castsa shadow in the mind,and anxiety stiffensits grip on instincts,our emotion manifestsinto one of fear. When we are not at easewith a certain known risk,we pave way for fearto engulf and mould us.Ideally, we want tomanage our innatesand eliminate the learneds. There’s a bias to fearthat comes with demographics.While the child and the…
Book
A book engages us in aninteresting word-playall in an assonant world. We hook into itas we stir-fry in a pan,trying our best to cook.We look into itas we retire to a nook,on a rainy afternoon. We binge on itto unhook our sorrows.We lose ourselves in itand might overcook the soup. When we don’t read people…
the I.
I’m “the I” and I’m hereto tell you a story.It aint’ one of fiction,so there’s candor in some sense. I know you and I have been with youever since you let out that first cry.Your mom and pop each held me witha certain subtlety while raising you.When you added a new life dimension,and called it…
Liberate
How do we liberate ourselves,from the realms of negativity?maybe we transcend our mind,to see the rainbow in its colorful glory,and not as a mundane monochrome arc;maybe we forgive someone,from the bottom of our heart,and not from the surface as an afterthought; It really doesn’t matter…if it is the Sun that rises torelieve the darkness of…
Illusion
As balmy waves, andlofty tidescrash ashore…We draw feelingsoften alike in their depth,yet disparate in form… Pleasure is one suchcalming the eyes and earsInspiration is anotherclaiming the mind and soul…Lost in the script of nature,we assume the elementsand their core and purpose,just nourishing our desires… Like a veil separatinga comic’s rigorsand their patron’s joy…A latent façade…