Monthly Archives: January 2024

I am the pain in your belly That keeps you awake, I am the breath in your body That is life’s to give, and take; I am the soulful melody Surging through your soul Whether you listen to me Or … Continue reading →

When I was young, I was firmly Tethered to my parent tree, And although the summer breeze Tried to sweep me Off my proverbial feet Many a times, I was having none of it – Overhanging the merry brook As … Continue reading →

The little brown hare Knew no care, Living in a burrow At the edge of a lush meadow, Hopping along by the day And resting in the shadow Of the setting sun; Until one day When he almost became prey, … Continue reading →

Have you ever felt So out of breath, That even the deepest heave Fails to bring relief ? No facial orifice Seems big enough To let in, That lifesaver – A lungful of air. Maybe it is A season of … Continue reading →

The bag of jewels Was full, at first; Rubies, diamonds Emeralds and pearls. The little girl Held it close to her chest, She considered herself Infinitely blessed. Nobody knows When the hole Appeared Or how, But it must have, For, … Continue reading →

How nice it feels, To have the breeze Kiss your face, When you cross The finishing line, And win the race; The champagne, Medal and accolades, That come in succession, Add to your jubiliation. It is a moment in time … Continue reading →

Put it away for long enough While you go about your day, And you’ll forget you ever held it, That it ever had a sway Over you, Your joys, or your blues. That is precisely Why you must choose, What … Continue reading →

I thought I could reconcile With things that happen In the realm of unpleasant Both in the past, and the present, If I could ascertain The truth behind events; And so I commenced A journey To discover veracity, And what … Continue reading →

The remnants of a heavy shower Lie scattered on the roads, An assortment of twigs, Droves of soggy leaves, In summary, All manner of litter -  And in its midst, A soaking wet boat, made of paper, Coming almost undone, … Continue reading →

You’re marked for a hunt And hunted down, Each time you’re maimed A little more Than the time before; You compensate though, In ways that only your body knows, But your hunters can see For the limp, it shows. And … Continue reading →