Another answer to that unsolved riddle…
The touch That life loves Is the touch That gives life To both Sight and insight! Arvind Passey Written on 09 June 2013
Twitter, Poetry, and Audi
Poetry on twitter? Is poetry really possible in just 140 characters? Can you possibly write reasonably logical couplets if you need to make space for some hash-tag and probably for a longish twitter handle as well? A few days back I got this opportunity. Atwitter contest was organised by Audi (Twitter handle: @AudiIN ) and...
Every morning when we walk
Every morning when we walk We walk without headphones in our ears We walk without our mobiles singing to us We walk neither faster than we can Nor slower than we should Every morning when we walk We sometimes talk Not about the crime in the country Nor about what will make the news today...
A book is so like me
I never read any of my books completely Actually cannot, as I read many At the same time or just open One from a page that catches my fancy! Look, don’t think I’m a flirtatious reader Whose attention hovers over many covers Truth is that love to uncover The truth in the books that I...
Following the tracks of his mind. Review of ‘Shadows Chasing Light’
Yes, Justin Emeka, even I enjoyed following the tracks of Brian Bower’s mind as I read the lines and thoughts in this thin, trim, and suave looking volume of poetry. No, thin isn’t always malnourished… just as trim isn’t always civilized and literate. This volume with its less than fifty pages has more thoughts than...
I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am
Not shell-shocked. No splintered bones for me And I’m not on my way to the hospital I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am I didn’t board the bus with drunk goons for company My intestines did not angrily coil around that rusted rod I am fine. The rapists are far from...
I am within me and everywhere
In a glance that doesn’t even brush past me Travelling all charged up And at a speed that only dreams can dream of A bit in a byte and a byte in a bit Going from one end of a thought to the other And not coming any nearer to the truth A pixel in...
When the poetry within us remains unwritten
‘Spring and catapult yourself out Of this prison,’ whispered a thought, ‘Go out And spring a surprise on spring! And the thought toyed with the spring In his hands, forgetting to spring And he still looks out of eyes That to us seem full of hope! Eyes Don’t hope or do anything else, because eyes...
The real fiction of mind-sets
Characters live in minds, they say And tethering us, they then spray The outside world with their own thoughts To have us all in unreal knots! They jump from inside books to be One with us, then we cease to see The truth as truth to us would be We see what they want us...
We’re talking about art here
Do I make it short? Do I let it suddenly abort? Do I go on and on and on? Do I let my words just mourn? Do I let iambs burst out? Do I make it compact and stout? Do I in syllables fly? Do I have words that fret and cry? Do I write...
The Rhyming PIZZA
Just mutton keema on the top With fried onion rolling in This is not the final crop For, cheese is the final sin! And thus this lovely pizza smiles And travels hot for miles and miles Until a knock is on your door You open, eat, and say: ‘Encore!’ Arvind Passey 29 June 2012...
Smiles, poetry and a little intrigue
I sit with my body taut And fingers fidgeting mindlessly The mind though is working Trying to find out If it still wants to search For the right word This happens every time I sit down to write a poem. And I forgot to say that the eyes too Slowly scan up and down Without...
