Her Mysterious Meshuga.

Hey folks, I hope you all are doing fine. I know I have been away for a long time, but I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. Till then I am very pleased to share another poem of mine that has been published at Spillwords, a place where words matter. I sent themContinue reading “Her Mysterious Meshuga.”

Illusion or Authenticity!

I dreamt I dreamt of beautiful things I dreamt with open eyes. All my life I was taught To dream big Fly high And so with open eyes I dreamt of open skies. Of peace, calm And of little love. I have dreamt of inane faith And believed That everything will find its way. Oh-Continue reading “Illusion or Authenticity!”

Melancholy.

All you vain dreams As short as a mid summer night Swift; fleeting; lonely Bestowing me with nothing but melancholy. Fierce as a loving woman’s anger Sweet as the kiss of a passionate lover A bell at dawn; a parting groan- If only I’d be wise enough to see beyond it.  

The Arrested Fear.

I am sitting Huddled among my friends Or beside my love But I am sitting And I am laughing, talking. I am happy. Or so I thought- For I was sure, sitting But I was alone Where did he go? Why did the people leave me? I was confused Scared. And then I saw someoneContinue reading “The Arrested Fear.”

I Smile.

I burn my body to ashes But my conscience savors and yearns I rot amidst my own ashes But my soul transpires beyond the patriarchal tavern.   I burn and I smile Beyond my submissive rage For I have no dreams Only a small selfish realm.   I burn and I smile Even from myContinue reading “I Smile.”

Her Mysterious Meshuga.

There is a whirlwind of chaos inside her An entropy, a madness, a little emptiness That ceases her sanity from within. The mania, the frenzy, the wilderness All a part of her nugatory existence.   The deadening disarray enchaining her minds Building a claustrophobia Which you may never succeed to define. The restlessness, the anxiety,Continue reading “Her Mysterious Meshuga.”

A Dormant Warriors’ Wound.

My father’s friend His brother, Whose daughter For me a complete stranger.   A 19 something girl Docile but not fragile, A smart intelligent girl Who was just beginning to rise.   Staying in an urban city Away from her parents and family, She was inching towards her dream Wanting her achievements to scream.  Continue reading “A Dormant Warriors’ Wound.”

Her Altruistic Mien.

Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have. And I keep meeting them. Whenever I talk to a woman Every now and then. I meet her in an infant daughter Who is innocent enough to believe, That her father mightContinue reading “Her Altruistic Mien.”

The Author’s World!

“What if we are all just characters in a novel…. And when we forget what we want to say. It’s the author backspacing?”   I read this today and now all I am wondering is, really? What if? I mean what if we are all just fictional? What if everything that’s happening to us isContinue reading “The Author’s World!”

Still I rise!

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and likeContinue reading “Still I rise!”