Suddenly
Love isn’t an orangeThat one peels to revealLove isn’t a game of cardsThat one needs to dealLove isn’t a fabricThat one needs to feelLove isn’t a doctorThat one calls to healLove isn’t a documentThat one needs to seal Love remains a wordOr a set of words untilThe heart, the mindAnd the body is stillAnd ready...
Love poem without a title
words and images come together merge like the heart and mind do with time or imagination like you and me have been doing all these years . . . . . . Arvind Passey Written in November 2017
This happens in winters
Thoughts come faster as you lazily move They must yet be captured Cut, diced, or sliced into little poetic portions A few prosaic ones will do Some will be anger-laden Or some emotional outburst or the other Some will passively get colored anyway And yes, they will come in all colours And hues and the...
Rhymes in Hindi
Note: For some reason this blog doesn’t accept Hindi and so I can only share a jpeg on this page. . . . . . Arvind Passey Poem written in November 2017
Travel
What if there were no corridors No roads or paths No signs saying something No one to guide What if there was no somewhere No words to follow No sounds to obey Nowhere to reach Charming, I’d say For the real travel would then begin. . . . . . . Arvind Passey Written in...
The Mask
Eyes speak and smiles connect In every twitch we do detect Answers but there are questions too Floating in that artful brew
Those who nudge
There are those who nudge and say: Create now, why wait for another day? These are the ones who made me write I saw, I sought, then sighted insight Those who nudge have made this year A brilliant one and is now dear.
A few observations on time
Time neither action nor is it inaction It isn’t a retort nor a reaction It stays still Not empty or fill But simply be a part of a universal sensation.
Reclaim
Reclaim This word is busy Everyone is out to reclaim something But footpaths are left to wonder As everyone from motorcyclists To autos and even cars Driver over them Scaring the pedestrian So will the pedestrian now Come forward please To reclaim footpaths?
The art of lines
Lines do what they do best – Grow to a size allotted and then wait For others like them to join in and rejoice.
