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

Lord, let me begin in the beginning in the Eden garden where I didn't exist but my fate changed forever. One forbidden fruit One despicable conversation One foolish decision One guilty bite In my mother Eve's warm womb did I really take part in that conspiracy? Did I really say yes when my dad Adam … Continue reading Poem: Chaos in My Prayer

They tell me, "I have to stop."It's a waste of time.You are spoiling your life.You are no good at it. You have a good job at hand.Why don't you focus on that?MBA, Medicine, IT- it sellsPoetry doesn't sell. Is this poetry what you write?It has no rhyme.It's like a story.Why don't you write a story … Continue reading Poem: Poetry Doesn’t Sell

My ammi whispers to the walls at times of tales I have never heard of. In white walls and white doors, the magical kingdom of Thansoor unfurls. When the drum beats sing his praises and the dragons hoot his arrival, the mighty king fights the evil one, Thenshah. Ammi blushes looking on blank walls and … Continue reading Poem: Ammi’s Whispers