Writer’s Block

A bottomless down,to a prior sky-high up…A tide that soared,quietly crashed into shore…Like the orange and purple horizon,gobbling up the sun,hour by hour,just to devour… Paper would stare,pen wouldn’t dare,Minutes would tick,cursor would just blink;There’s a moat betweenthem and you! May you dare to jump,might you build a bridge;You can’t fail to hear,their one anthem… …

Home

To the waves it is the shore, To a toddler it’s the toy store… To a baby, it’s mother’s cradling hands, To a bird, perched on a tree is her nest… Sun rises and journeys tracing an arc, when sky turns orange, it goes back, for the Moon to leaves its own abode, and go…

Line, wave, and axis

You’re a surfer, riding waves day and night… Some towering, some calming Some gentle, some brutal… You ride with pride You’re a zestful surfer… You’re a thinker Thoughts usher when it’s sun or moon… Some stirring, some uninspiring Some moving, some stalling.. You think and not blink You’re a hopeless thinker… You’re an emotional Feelings…

O Memories, where art thou?

It was the late 80s and early 90s, at the cusp of contrasting decades Growing up in India… You were a high-schooler dreaming about college You were a college goer dreaming about career It was the time of a different norm Archaic now but contemporary then Cassette player, VCR or a Walkman, to burn time…

Trials of a trail

When the Honda minivan pulled into entrance of Sea-Tac International Airport, Nandan glanced at his watch and registered that he had three hours before his flight to India departed. An arduous couple months of graduate school warranted a much deserved spring break away from the sprawling campus of University of Washington. He was eagerly looking…