There is no silence
There is no silence. Not when you hold your lover’s hands and look into her eyes, for these are moments when you can hear your heartbeat distinctly. Not when you are trekking on a mountain and there is no one around with music blaring from some Bluetooth speaker because you can still hear a distant...
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...
The Manmohan Principle of colours
‘Colours are powerful,’ Specky said, ‘they transcend their boundaries and easily get accepted in new worlds.’ I said, ‘That’s a bit cryptic for me. Do you mean colours spread as water colour does and take the green of grass on to the brick red of bricks?’ ‘They can do that. But all that I’m...
3 Short Poems
-1- words burn through silence leaving a passage for future to tread and exclamations happily follow! *** -2- short poems, few words fly through the ages cross minds, pierce eyes until they all find one kiss to cage them. *** -3- it is not a touch not just a touch, not just a touch. it...
