Poetry Rises from Despair

Poetry rises from despair It dons the cloak of darkness To reveal fireflies With sparks of lust, love, longing, missing Each emotion A different lustre A different intensity of glow Poetry enjoys depression Fluctuating emotions When conditions, expectations Ideals and optimism Are flung off the cliff So you could be saved At the cost of... Continue Reading →

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Judging A Book by its Cover

A while ago (and perhaps even now), a rather nice social media game was afoot. You were supposed to post seven of your favourite covers for seven consecutive days and tag other friends to do the same. I was asked by Anurag Vats to participate, but since I was already making my reading posts daily,... Continue Reading →

A Year of 100 Books – 2017 (Part 2)

This is the list continued after my 50th read. Since WordPress is not allowing me to make an auto-numbered list beginning with 51, here we are, counting afresh. Btw, read about my first 50 reads here! Degrees of Separation by Nilesh Mondal (51) "Just find your way home. Just take your Kohl off. Just sleep... Continue Reading →

A Year of 100 Books – 2017 (Part 1)

Reading is a habit I manically follow. Books have never disappointed me, as against everything in life. And this everything includes a Pizza. Yes. That too. I have often been called names on Social Media for this obsessive habit I have of posting about each book I read in the year. However, for every person... Continue Reading →

Unpainted

I left your canvas unpainted. Blank. Insipid. Storyless. Loveless. I left it incapable of color Of desire Of breathing Of recuperating from blinding white. I drowned myself in silver To fuse with your storylessness Along the sheen of stardust. Who knows This lack of stories Might be our crude form Our birth suit Our origin... Continue Reading →

Dear o Dear

Dear o dear To have feared Was to never have lived near The stream of strength The locks of love The valleys of valour It was to have drowned The two In a loveless, luckless Careless pallor. Dear o child How so mild In manners and might? Why not fight Not for what is right... Continue Reading →

Aadat

Aadat ho Haqeeqat bhi. You think it false When I say that all I care for Is you, and your pulse. When I think to care Means to be fair To you and to me. I'm used to you To the idea of blues Cherished sitting in your arms Wooed by your charms By the... Continue Reading →

Cohabitation

We're both You and I Packets of conflict Which we've somehow learnt To package within The warm comfort Of chaos And cohabitation.   We're both You and I Starved Within our respective set ups Of repute and fulfilment The flakes of which erode As we dunk Head first In our tentative hooks of attachment.  ... Continue Reading →

Smoke

I trapped smoke between the pages of a book And started calling it Our Book. I shut it tight Held firm within warmth of my palms And clasped it close To my heart Setting desires aflame Again. I open it once in a while To catch a whiff of your brand of cigarette. It keeps... Continue Reading →

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