Poetry is what gets lost in translation
– Robert Frost
would you
would you
…
allow me to write –
devour the blank pages?
Inscribe the thunder of emotions
translated into prose & verses.… Continue reading would you
embers & coals
alas! my ember of being
slowly giving in;
the passion that burns,
how do I ignite and flame?… Continue reading embers & coals
gazing at lightbulbs
It was a humid afternoon, sweltering by anyone’s standards. The room was filled with people grouped in their usual places, wrapped in the world of their collective making. The whole space was filled with noise, of thoughts rummaging through everyone’s head spoken clearly aloud. She was looking straight into his expressive eyes – a look… Continue reading gazing at lightbulbs
at twenty five.
A period of confusion and epiphany,
a small hurdle in the long run of fate.
Is this the face of failure, shot in success –
oh such feeling of youth, full of unrest.… Continue reading at twenty five.
ruby woo
lacquer in ruby woo, scarlet,
a real damsel’s weapon.
the dark, alluring simper,
her greatest poison.… Continue reading ruby woo
inside a closed room
A faint light is trying to seep in through the curtains draped with flower patterns of blue and green. The air felt damp – it has been drizzling all night again. Her room sets a scene of a melancholic view – the way the light touches the deep blue wall, the feeling of sadness eminent in the space. Staring at the ceiling, she took a deep breath, what came out was a heavy sigh. Then another.… Continue reading inside a closed room
words enchanting
Years passed,
caged in an enchanted sleep;
Yet in this magical night,
and the splendor of words,
ignites the sleeping beast… Continue reading words enchanting
one of those nights
Trying times, jaded mind,
the white canvas, blank lines
my bunker underneath this mess.… Continue reading one of those nights
what the mirror showed
She stared at the mirror, familiarizing her every feature. Trying to hold on to her own identity, the one unstained and untouched by him.… Continue reading what the mirror showed
smothered
must’ve been kismet, or call it fate
maybe just my own sinful measure.… Continue reading smothered
let the bull win
The chance I see is all it takes,
my fate about to be etched forever.
A white knight riding before me,
an opportunity to seize – I’m ready.… Continue reading let the bull win
alternate reality
In a parallel universe,
colliding you and I –
freezing, stopping clocks;… Continue reading alternate reality
how free?
How does one use this privilege,
this fought and died for – power?… Continue reading how free?
where do i start?
Do I begin in the line where
I’ve stopped?
Do I start in the midst
of the troubled now?… Continue reading where do i start?
closed eyes
such sweet mem’ry envelops me –
our lost love,
forever
haunting still.… Continue reading closed eyes
the riddler meets a poet
In living, I am present;
In love, yes I still am;
Never in just a soul existing.
Who am I?… Continue reading the riddler meets a poet
engr. v writes 