Sunday, January 23, 2011

Thinking of Muses

Nursing a muse
is like............
nursing a child
She was born
in me,
like a living, breathing person;
and when she grew,
she stomped out
of the palace
i had laid
out for her,
brick by brick.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Little kiddo

Little kiddo
sitting in the loo,
unaware that
i'm listening to
her secret soliloquy too.

Saturday, January 15, 2011


Note: Uttarayan is an Indian festival which is marked by a change in the sun's position such that it shifts towards the northern hemisphere (rather: the earth tilts back)

The Uttarayan sky,
dotted with myriad kites
is a new beginning,
a promise that
winter will fast recede
into the magic of spring.

Here on earth,
people rejoice as
their colourful kites
flutter high in the sky;
the wind had been
kind to them.

But i am
one of those many;
their kites
stubbornly plummet
to the ground
as they try to fly it.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Thursday Think Tank; Random deviations; Sketch XI

 Isn't safety 
a simple assurance
of being loved?

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Poets United Prompt- Observation (Something about poets)

The very essence
in you and me
is also the essence
in all what we see.

Otherwise, why would a poet
look for similarity
between a window
and (what's abstract),( like), opportunity?

Monday, January 3, 2011

Maybe writers and poets
use metaphors and similies  because
everything is a reflection of everything else
in a way that's not visible
to the naked eye.