Frozen Tear

Frozen Tear

His eyes open, gaze fixed, His hand on the trigger still intact, The bloody chest that took the bullets Froze in red, telling his tale.   A tear skipped from his eye, And remained frozen as snow engulfed him. Why did he shed a tear, What was his worry or fear?...
Bharathi

Bharathi

He didn’t wage a war, But his powerful voice was heard really far. Wars needn’t be fought with swords and guns, He proved that with his paper and pens. His words were those tiny pellets That fell on the enemy like a shower of bullets. His impactful poems...
Crisp, Fresh and Empty

Crisp, Fresh and Empty

With fresh thoughts, I sat down to pen, My life’s journey, Through my words, On a paper that was Crisp, fresh and empty.   As the ink flowed through the nib, My thoughts froze. It came to a standstill, And resolved not to budge.   Minutes passed by And...
Masterchef

Masterchef

Donning the hat of a master chef, Flicking the ladle, I started to cook, Kitchen seemed so comfy and homely, Yes, I was ready to show my skills. Stove turned on with tava and oil sizzled, Drenching the chimney as mustards crackled, Do I stay or run, I thought....
The Kakori Sojourn

The Kakori Sojourn

In the name of taxes, Our country was looted. Our hard earned money, Filled the English caskets.   Enraged at this treatment, The young bloods boiled. They vowed to get the money back, Just like Robin Hood.   Kakori was the chosen route, And Ramprasad...