Claustrophobic she felt, And badly wanted to run away. Alas, she couldn't do, As she was stuck within. Worried for her life she was, But more about her mother, A passionate woman who lived for her, Only for her. Gathering courage she spoke, “Mom, I don't...
Brought to Chikmagalur by Baba Budan, Coffee plantations look like Eden. To plant her at the hills, Certain norms one needs to fulfill. Cardamom is it's mother, And cinnamon the father, They nurture the coffee plant, And with their presence the family just enchants....
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 seem to be yearning. So many to hear me, still I feel unheard. My heart...
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 do, main tumhe azaadi doonga!!" * Your slogan echoes...
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 there was once a black cloud, That...
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 the day? The IDK and IDC, Look like acronyms of some disease....
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...
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 go away, And out comes the board...