A backstory: I wrote this, in the August of 2012, as a first attempt at free verse. I was asked to write a poem to present at a mock UN session at school, and I had but one day during school hours to come up with it. Unexpectedly, the response by the audience then went…Read more Through Blind Eyes
Red Roses, White Grave
Recently, I was going through a few notebooks that I had kept during my early teens and discovered this poem that I had written when I was 14. I hope you'll like it! Red Roses, White Grave I remember our last anniversary Your wish – clearly etched in my memory A beautiful, flowing wedding…Read more Red Roses, White Grave
Something to live for.
Many of the stars that we see in the night sky have been dead for centuries if not millennia, but their glorious light still reaches us here on earth, after having traversed millions of miles through the fabric of space-time, leaving us puny mortals to look up to them in admiration on dark, starlit nights.…Read more Something to live for.
A Moment of Stillness
Red turns green, The orange flickers, The kites make their last glorious glide through the violet smog Of a scraped metro sky that’s gasping for breath In the midst of all the glitter, Golden and silver, Streets and highways Brown, black and yellow Faces, peach and dusky Joyous and masked Giggling, blinking, Motionless, crying Hopeful,…Read more A Moment of Stillness
A cloudy romance
The clouds are reappearing, gray, sometimes, but mostly wispy white, bringing along with them my favourite petrichor, at times. I walk mindlessly around the campus, to where the new grass basks in the golden-pink sunset, gleaming in the ticklish touch of the mild rays that traveled 93 million miles, perhaps to serve this tender purpose.…Read more A cloudy romance
The Universe through a Gypsy's eyes 