Oh Santa, my living saint! Did you dip in winter paint? Oh Santa, my lone visitor! Are you for real or just an impostor? Who stole your red christmas robe? Who stole your twin reindeer mob? Why pull the sledge all alone? Why carry the beasts all along? Whats wrong silver-beard grandpa? Where from and … Continue reading Poem: Immigrant Christmas

Craving to write a simple "love" or "mirage" in a piece of code. Typing out of desire then deleting out of necessity "aroma" or "drizzle" or "rainbows". In an infinite maze of "if's" and "else's" I stand broken, my emotions wrecked. Poetry lost in logical dilemmas stories buried in broken thoughts characters strangled to meet … Continue reading Poem: Two Lives

Tears fall on my liquor diluting its vigour Head bangs hard Howling with the wind Empty wardrobes, Empty side of my bed Thoughts pettiness... Wishing, another ice on my glass Craving, another date with her eyes.

I was broken. He was broken. Broken by different people we met on a college trip. He wanted to cycle. He didn't want to do it alone. I wanted to cycle But I could never do it alone. He told me wait, wait, wait... until he comes back. He told me don't, don't, don't go … Continue reading Poem: College Trip

She perches on my old roots and pecks another dead worm. "Keep looking at the stars", she shouts. "Pain always soothes, if you wait". As we talk, two more red flowers fall and bury themselves deep in my roots. How many more sons should I bury? How many more daughters yet to fall? Will you … Continue reading Poem: Winter’s Bird

Expect heat waves! Its all over the earth." The newspaper cries with methods to tame a new devil. I wear a long Kurta with full sleeves. Bask my face in sunscreen and takes an umbrella. "Where do you wanna go?" My train asks me. "Take me where you take me everyday. Take me, if you … Continue reading Poem: Heat Waves

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Hoots of the great Indian train stops and 'Keli' walks in, a grand smile on her face. Her curly wurly hair tied tightly in a ponytail. Her petite school uniform all white and well pressed. She hops in with great delight, gives me a little wink and sits on … Continue reading Poem: The Blue Rabbit

Heart wants to hold your hand and walk down a seashore but eyes tells me no and eyes hide pain behind laughters. Heart wants to hear your heartbeat and sleep on a meadow with you near but eyes shows me our dear ones and asks me not to dare. It might have felt all right, … Continue reading Poem: No