Doors are the best story tellers
Doors are the best story tellers “Open me, shut me up Enter or appear at will Paint me, colour me, clean me Or leave me to rust and sulk Sometimes even kick me awake I’m not a door.” She quietly read the last words In the book she didn’t quite enjoy reading So didn’t mind...
There is no poetry in smog
There is no poetry in smog Over and around us Bad air surrounds us We have constructed this demon On our own For our own And think we have won. Nothing is clear Except the fear That our misdeeds may never be undone. . . . . . . Arvind Passey 07 November 2017 PS:...
Enjoy your race
Most thoughts are already ‘thunk’ Yet they’re far from being junk As different words join a thought To beget a differently chanting monk!
The song of the artsy cow
The song of the artsy cow Some say that getting rid of indoor pollution is a fantasy and exists only in fiction, in movies, in government files, and a zealous mind. I disagree. I’ve been taking a lot of positive steps at home and we are probably as far away from pollution and their side-effects...
Limerick on a twit
Limerick on a twit When tweets bellow but have no wit They challenge sanity bit by bit I’d say You may Call this tweeting dolt a twittering twit. . . . . . . Arvind Passey 24 August 2017
This is art
This is art Living is an art. Life doesn’t need to wait for a photographer To come and click, a writer To sit and weave words, a painter To fill it with colours, or a musician To transform it through rhythm and beats. Living is an art.
Waiting
Waiting (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) So many stories read Pages opened Words unfurled Through the day gone by As I walk back home slowly One night in London.
The confused goats of Palampur – THREE
The confused goats of Palampur – THREE (A series of three poems) Three Why must we need to decide? Why must there be options? Why can’t we keep doing What we love to do Or stop when we want? Or even move without Being asked to? Why must there be so many Questions? Come on,...
The confused goats of Palampur – TWO
The confused goats of Palampur (A series of three poems) Two Do I reach up, reach out Reach this way or the other Or wait for the wind to move them all Towards me? I’m hungry But unable to decide. I am not confused but simply thinking. . . . . . . Arvind...
The confused goats of Palampur – ONE
The confused goats of Palampur (A series of three poems) One Sure-footed, I can hop up and down Treacherous rocks up on the mountains But jumping off a bridge because of a stranger? I am thinking. I am on a bridge And on the other side I see Lots of nibble-worthy nature-grown food But...
Syllables waiting for a voice
Syllables waiting for a voice (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) Silence doesn’t exist anywhere Not even in a voiceless stare. The mind invents sounds to see Even a future that may never really be – Sometimes I...
Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets
Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets From calories burnt to pulse & heart-beats, from plans & records to advisory sheets, we have with us now our wonderful tech beats! Technology and fitness are wrapped around each other for now… Gadgets help, gadgets remind, they connect Gadgets push, gadgets pull, they protect! Gadgets remind us...
