Existence, A biggest question, When yours become alien Alien tries hard to absorb you You gel in, yet feel left out. Feeling lost in crowd, Refugee. Trying to embrace, Adapt, survive and sail through The challenges that you didn't ask for. Despite being uprooted, ...
A fire breathing dragon, Rose high up in the sky. It fried everyone in its heat, Was it revenge? The nature's perfume lingered, And indicated a seasonal drift. The earthy smell that wafted, Calmed the fire dragon too. Soothing aloe it was, The icy drops...
A bright and fresh morning, Got lit up more, With the clamour in the bus. The eager voices of teens, Who embarked on a new journey Sounded so cool!!! There were eyes rolling onto them, Some judging their camaraderie, And some, enjoying their...
Those hand-painted walls With scribbles, symbols unknown Rewinds the life tape. It plays lovely days Filled with giggles, gibberish Just so wonderful!! Numbered those days are, I did know very clearly But my heart said no In their teens they are...
The dawn breaks with Suprabhatam and Sahasranamam And a white carpet of kolam, Ushering in the day. The aroma of filter coffee Filling the room, Was an unsaid alarm For me to wake up. Brightly lit pooja room, With chandanam and camphor, Spreading their...
The child all of four, Was assaulted by one and more. Poor soul bled to death, Is humanity under dearth ? A girl in her early teens, Was crumpled by boys so mean. The scar that they left, Was more than a mere theft. A young boy with aspirations, Was...
With her crumpled dress and bruised body, She wondered aloud, If dad had waited till the bus came, I could have been saved. If mom had allowed me to learn karate, I would have defended myself. If the boys were taught to respect girls, I would have not been...
Oft I wonder, How do children manage to be happy? They cry and weep, But that's short lived. They smile and laugh their hearts out, Oblivious of their surroundings. What's the secret mantra I thought, And slowly drifted to sleep. Heard a voice in my ears...
In this bustling life, Where we join the rat race, And run like a deer There are days, When I just feel, To be dolce far niente, Like the hare during the race. The joy of being idle, Is equal to bliss. Oh! Something that I wouldn't want to miss. But this dolce...