Even God must be in love with thrillers
Those times when the heart Does the hop, skip, and jump Over chasms where the possibility Includes lava flowing incessantly But there isn’t a single clue around No hisses, no fumes, no heat waves Not even birds giving the game away By their indecision and silence. It is as if God was reading a thriller...
On Reading
A whisper-laden stroll Adrenalin push in the dark Conversation with a mole Flying kiss for a lark… Reading is more than this And those who give it a miss Wouldn’t know that infinity Is a word-filled city! . . . . . . Arvind PasseyWritten on 25 April 2019
The mind is an astronaut in space
Deep within me there are no boundaries.No cacophony of walls are ever built here.No barbed wires separate a smileFrom a caress. Or love from fear.There are no marching bandsNothing here will beat retreats.Heavy boots with nailed solesAren’t ordered to create reverberating treatsThat give birth to tsunamis of emotionsEnding with a blitz of applauding commotions. A...
Between the shadow and the soul
I have taken the title for this review from a line written by Pablo Neruda: ‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.’ Poetry is positioned precariously between all that is subjective and what is objective, the expressive and the expressed, or cocooned between...
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...
The Seven Laws
One Human touch, like a word on paper, may create Imperishable poetry, Wind can blow away the fragrance of herbs – Marooned thoughts make love an inactive verb. Two That only tidal-waves and epics gesticulate Passionately Is wrong. Ripples and haikus fill any chasm: It is passion that creates an orgasm.
