The traveller
Alone he rows forth to discover The one within – the travel lover Shores matter but the journey more Journeys stack stories, store lore. . . . . . . Arvind Passey 12 July 2016
The Terrorist
Colors are mine, hues are mine All shapes of the world are mine And if the laws follow my wish All is well and fine, just fine! People must know I’m always right Or I’ll simply show my might Sight or insight don’t really matter So long as you fear my bite! . . ....
The strange case of Urmil Salwan
Note on this poem on law. All stanzas were tweeted separately. Read this on a website: Issued by PTI, May 16, 2016 that Mr. Justice V.K. Shali, Hon’ble Judge, Delhi High Court, in a case, which came on an appeal by a man who has passed away, has observed the unfortunate incidence of a 30...
I run because…
I run because… (Twitter rhymes written for the hashtag #IRunBecause) #IRunBecause running makes me happy In a world that is increasingly snappy! Each body bit will then stay light And I’ll live my life with some might! #IRunBecause then I don’t sag on all sides No one calls me ‘2-in-1’ during bus rides!...
Sphallolalia
Sphallolalia (Flirtatious talks that lead nowhere) A lone Alone A stone Always. A wait Awaits An aye An eye.
The Fingerprint Sensor
A Fingerprint Sensor makes a tap of the tip Of a finger be seen as technologically hip! * A Fingerprint Sensor is technology redefined – Authentication much more than just refined!
Four short poems on peace
Four short poems on peace Poem 01 A page A stage A gist A mist A herd A bird A still A thrill Stitch peace Piece by piece
A very long title for a poem that is short can be rather disconcerting but many times this is what the poem demands
There are two sides to every moment And we discover just one of these The other too does not go unspent To them all, our other side says cheese! . . . . . . Arvind Passey 30 April 2016
Yes, this is where I live
“I am back in my beloved city.” – Khushwant Singh, Delhi So like a book that just goes on and on One page to the next, one page at a time From the same alphabet new words are born New families, new neighbourhoods, new ways New relationships and new lines to rhyme Yet there...
Revolutions
Mere slogans go round in circles, it’s true Do such revolutions lead to anything new? . . . . . . Arvind Passey 28 April 2016
We reach where we must
The Indian Roller, sacred to Vishnu A purplish-lilac throat, tail that’s sky blue Seen perched on electric wires and searching For a careless prey, a small snake for you Sometimes insects and even toads will do So long as they wouldn’t harm it with their sting. A Neelkanth, they say, gets more milk from cows...
Dead fish swim with the stream
‘I’m reading Shakespeare,’ she said, ‘Will use references in my poetry That will then be read Not by the heart but in the head.’ That’s the trend. He scanned window displays, read reviews Bought only current drifts Was on the social media with most views And with the crowds he loved to fuse. That’s the...
