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.
The Perfect Shot
Everyone is on a shooting spree these days. Shooting is a fun thing to do and believe me I have seen people shoot in the most unlikely of places and at the most unlikely time with the most unlikely angle and yet smile. Some say that shooting in the dark is getting easier. Shooting while...
The pause after a poem is read
The mind reads a poem. And then the being grasps the meaning. This is what we perceive as a pause. And thus the relationship between life and poetry moves slowly from one pause to another. This is one sort of relationship where looking inwards also goes along with phases of looking at everything around you....
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...
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...
