To spit or not to spit
A few words accelerating Not deliberately aimed These words lash out like dogs untamed And if they hit you, you get maimed A few words accelerating Words that we must all tolerate Protests are always shown the gate Labelled ‘intolerant’, their fate! A few words accelerating Find a home in print, on virtual walls Exist...
Aylan and Galip
Dates will not matter Though into our lives they pitter-patter Names will mean nothing at all They will remain an alphabet waterfall Syllables and metres will make no sense Nor will grammar and tense Because imagined lines With their exploding rhymes Is the poetry that nations recognize… Is this wise? Nations are people who see...
Do I see traffic jams in the sky?
Freedom to fly To reach a height that you choose To perch where you want to To see the world as you fly To chirp or make the sound you can To swoop and to glide Yes, this is what freedom is For birds. You say you wish you were a bird? Well, look at...
Racing with the dogs
Even dogs know What any scheme By any Government In power or out of power Really means. Even dogs know How to act And how to react. What dogs do not know Is that acting and reacting Is where humans have beaten them hollow One race that we have won… Or have we? ....
Sach Yahin Hai – a poem in Hindi
Sach Yahin Hai Tumhe lagta hai sach shabdon ke beech rehta hai? Ghumavdaar sadak ke mod par baithta hai? Chaurahe par khada, sirf zor se hansta hai? Andhere mein sabko aur sab kuch dekhta hai? Mujhe lagta hai sach na kuch dikhata hai na bolta Aur na hi kisi darwaze ko kabhie kholta...
Pixels of Thoughts
We are pixels of thoughts Pixels in lots I have pixels that match Those in your pixel batch. A pixel thread connects us all Through borders, barbed wires & wall.
What do you see?
Two kettles? Just two kettles? Is that all that you see? You don’t see two generations looking in different directions? Don’t you see rural life and an urban perspective? Or the tussle between machine-made and man-made? Don’t you see a story trying to come out? Or a poem simmering inside? Or maybe just the excitement...
A poem waits to be completed
A cluster of words huddled together As wishes and dreams Or protests against some injustice Waits to become a complete poem But I look at them and look away As they seem alien now. The idea that sparked them into life Is long gone Probably not forgotten But it remains hidden and is now Too...
My Clingy Experience
To cling or not to cling was never a choice She did it all the time in action and voice ‘I’ll go with you’ or ‘We’ll do this together’ Even in hot, horrid, and sultry weather Even when I was in my own thoughts far away She wanted me near her each moment every day...
The toy truck
A toy truck by a real Highway Made me stop and click with joy Made of wood with bright hues The seller created Highway news! Trucks, Cars, & even planes Wait for buyers in sun and rains The sellers are poor but always smile And when you buy, they wave in style! . Travel Notes:...