Poetry

In English we say, I feel lonely, But in poetry… I walk in the crowd, still feel something is amiss, I hear thousands of voices, still my ears don't hear. I see people in plenty, still my eyes...

Swatantratha* was your aim, Even if you had to move away from non-violence, For which Azad Hind Fauj* was your calling. Your voice lured many, sans gender bias, To take up arms to free the country. "Tum mujhe khoon...

Appalled was I when I read their words, I couldn't make a head or tail out of it, And words seem to have lost their meaning.   MHROTD, well does this make your day? Or Many happy returns of...

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...

Clouds, the white fluffy cottons, That float on the cerulean sky, Aaah… a lovely sight to watch. When they turn black, They invite the rains, To quench the thirst of the earth and its mortals. Are all clouds like that?   But...

His fingers had a magic, As when they touched the monochromes, Mystical music was created.   His fingers seemed to play with the keys, Cajoling and caressing them, And the keys, longed for his touch.   His music, universal, Could grab everyone's ears, And...

The bustling city, Came to a standstill, When some perpetrators, Invaded her privacy.   They, a bunch of youngsters, Came through her waters And killed people in random, Rejoicing at every bullet they fired.   They entered Leopold, And emptied bullets there too, The marks of...

A day without internet, Pure bliss and peace. The ‘dings’ of notifications go into hiding, Giving way to the rustling of papers.   The YouTube ads become muted, And the super singers in us wake up. Online Ludo and cards just...