..to the day that was full, brimming, and wholesome. The heart wishes that one could write more, and tired mind escapes expressions that it could otherwise easily catch. But as this day comes to a close, the heart can't describe feelings to lends words that the mind can match. One of those days that should be multiplied, and... Continue Reading →
In Conflict
I'm full of half-written poems hidden inside me which tremble at the sight of day; but they cast soft glows inside me when he warms me up and the glitter from my eyes trickles deep within me and stays there for days adding words to staggered verses I write for him, staying incomplete and inert and still refusing... Continue Reading →
Oblivion
She forgot to grow up and take the big decisions in life about mortgage, the inevitable haunt of love, and how much sugar she wants in her tea. She spent her time beading her fragmented thoughts into the minutes which turned into long necklaces of hours and her interrupted self. So, when the time came to decide where... Continue Reading →
Abundance
Sometimes I make my feeble attempts to paint the stories in words that some photographs engender in my mind. This poem is my exploration of an unknown story about an unknown girl. I saw her in a photograph by an exceedingly amazing photographer friend of mine. I would recommend seeing the photograph before reading the poem, because... Continue Reading →
Taciturnity
His eyes spoke to me and piled on volumes and volumes of poems about an open field of sky and chaffed grain on the doorstep. I asked him questions about his life and never heard the answers because the clouds in his eyes paraded his pain, his longing, his joy, and his fire. They never... Continue Reading →
When you shattered it with a smile, It leaked in silver from the insides. Tonight, to cover the fracture, It camps with a billion fireflies. *** Picture Taken By: Jaydev Adhikari Verse Written By: Me; because how can you not be a poet when it looks like that?
Patterns of Anonymity/Diffraction
Diffraction Often, in the kaleidoscope of my life I stop and look at the scattering light. I see tiny hexagons as peepholes. When I bend over and look through them, I see myself. I see the world. I see through these fragmented lenses and I drink in the colours of the sands, the joy of... Continue Reading →
Colour blindness
I want to distance myself from my dreams the ones that I held on to ever since I was five those that slipped quietly into my sub-conscious when I was drifting through my early life because now they're piercing into my bosom and bleeding my heart I want to distance myself from my dreams because... Continue Reading →
Dichotomy
Makeshift houses sealed in turbulence Upon them white snow falls like fleece In times of crimes evoking bewilderment A tossing blue fire nurses children asleep Posted from WordPress for Windows Phone
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