Breathing Poetry

Breathing Poetry

We inhale goodness, Positivity and reassurance,  When we read a nice poem Which fills us with freshness and warmth.    We exhale our feelings, troubles And our experiences,  As a process of venting out,  When we write a poem,  Which calms our mind, As though a...
Jugaad Saves the Day

Jugaad Saves the Day

Just as I thought I was done for the day,  My phone rang, scaring me away.  Guests were on their way,  Unannounced, but in gay.    All I had were some chapatis and onions,  And I got my companion.  Sliced them up quickly into noodles,  Tossed up with masalas and...
The Bond

The Bond

There she lay, all torn and battered,  And lost in the woods Sweeping the floor in agony and anguish.     The air carried the waft,  That was known to her and That made her weary eyes open.    She sensed the presence,  Of her companion,  As his smell piqued...
A Drop of Life

A Drop of Life

She was thirsty and parched,  The heat cracked her skin open.  All she yearned for,  Was a drop of water to soothe herself.    Her weary eyes, were in search,  Of that one speck of dark cloud,  Through which a drop might fall,  Like a glisk from the winter days. ...
Heart that Melted

Heart that Melted

His heart was cold and frozen,  Like the trees in winter.  His eyes spew fire,  At the sight of enemies across.  Fierce warrior that he was,  His only aim was to save his flag.  He shot everyone in the line,  But ceased at the sight of one soul.  A small human stood...