Cafe be written At this quite hours Let Writer’s Cafe be openLet the coffee be writtenThe ting-tang of the stirring spoon be the music we listenat this quiet hours‘Till the first ray of the sun touches the pile of creased napkins soiled by laughter and unspokenwords….. “There was something quite beautiful about finding such a profound connection with […]
Autumn Your Sweet fragrance conspire Slippers lose memory by the Doorway The tongue carries the taste of rainYou, the scent of deathDousing the fire, your sweetfragrance conspireCloud-kitchen churns in-uteroFrost-o-bedYour sweet fragrance conspire Slippers lose memory by the doorway,Bare foot a prick of dew,Living in the pages of a favouritebook,Sleeves soaked in pining anew, The slow […]
Dreams scatter as tiny particles of reality Hiraeth’s bubbles deflate… The bubble deflates,Dreams scatter as tiny particles of realitySlowly evaporating into its insignificant frame, You are slipping by slowly —The days, the hours, theMoments,The silent combustion ofMemories,Ashes burning the osteoblasts,Thoughts hiding between sheetsof cloud albums,Forgotten petals of the smog — I saw your soul, I came to […]
Cafe Dreamonic we choose When the poets will walk the wailing leaves When the poets willWalk the wailing leavesBrown and crisp,Fill their blank pages with black,I will choose Cafe Dreamonic,Snug-fitted at some remote corner of the city,Order our favourites, just to get it cold,A ruse to sit and talk…… I will not mind the surround cacophony,Shallow […]
Mediocrity wriggle through Misty mind flushed in mediocrity needlessly inks Words wriggle through swallowed thoughts —where life runs on the highwaywalks by quaint roadsLoiters around bushy by-lanes,Bylines of fate are the diminishedStatutory Warnings on end-pageSurrogate Adverts Like switched off fairy lightsmediocrity hangs today It takes a sudden turn when — They, in their Dior Tuxedos andPuma runners, sprint toChoose Gucci over wild […]
In the Bubble of Proliferating Dream I walk smothered by star dust I walk in and out of my dream todayProliferating like reality,Smothered by star dustFeet smudged in mushy mudby the corner where lilies bloom…. The shrub-shroud no hindranceFor light to penetrate the locus,A little place so pristine,Where dreams emanate fragranceOf the real, honeyed whiff […]
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See If you ask me, ‘where were you’? I will answer, ‘why? here’ — If you ask me, ‘where were you’?You will mean, where my mind was,I will answer, ‘why? here’ — But will have travelled to the stars,Hovered around meteors and clung to the milky ways, when they showered on the globe,Slipping down on hue-abstracted drenched earth,When you […]
