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He lies there,On the middleOf a paved road,A broken heapOf bones,Covered by torn,Heavily bruised skin;The blood on his bodyHas crusted,It is no longer flowing,His eyes are shut tight,In unimaginable pain –Whether from the blowsThey rained inMercilessly,Or the horror,Of being caughtRed … Continue reading →

Some tears,Never flow;They come raging in,And then, abruptly stop,Right at the threshold,As if they know,That the breathOf fresh airThat awaits them,Is a death blow,In allowing the flow,They will let go,Of their identity,As they get buried,In a pillow of tissue,Or brutally … Continue reading →

A deep holeExists,Where onceThere was none,And within it,Apparently,An endless pit,Of a profound,And debilitatingComposition,Of shame,And grief,Or perhapsSomething else,It fumes,And churns,Like a witch’s potion,It neither drains,Nor runs out,Of effervescence,Occasionally,It does settle,But not enough,For the layingOf a bridgeAcross the chasmTo the other side. … Continue reading →

Each roomIn this dilapidated homeHas a story to tell –Its faded walls,With paint peeling off,Were once adorned,With letters, numbersAnd stick figure art,All of which,Came to life,Every now and then,In the throes,Of windless summer nights,Playing with the shadows,Cast by tiny fingers,Against … Continue reading →

At first they were,But mere whispers,Spoken in hushed tones,Wafting through the corridorsOn the wingsOf the unseasonal chill,Of the summer breeze. Not long thereafter,They gathered strength,Repeated as they were,By a few hundreds,So whilst they wereStill whispers,They were by nature,And by intent,Profoundly … Continue reading →

I I’m scaredOf opening the blinds,And letting the light,Flood in to the room;Revealing its dark corners,Dusty and rank –I would ratherKeep it bolted,Its blinds drawn down,Even whenThe birds are chirping,The skies are blue,And the fiery sunShines brightly on;I would ratherIt … Continue reading →

We have shifted –We truly have,In the good old days,The grocer alwaysPacked groceryIn newspaper bags,The making of which,Was a cottage industry!Those were the days,When we packed our ownWater bottles,To carry with us,Wherever we went,Bottled water for sale,Belonged in a fairy … Continue reading →

The brook by the houseIn the valley,Overlooked by the hill,Is as noisyAs it is happy,As it gurgles by,Catching the glintOf the sun ray,As if winking its eye. The house in the valley,Stands still in contrast,To this merry passerby;Its red brick … Continue reading →

One among a million,And yet, why do IFeel all alone?Why do the beats,Of a multitude of heartsAll around me,Fail to ignite,A spark of energy? Why do some souls,Drop down below,Without an anchorTo hold on to?Wandering this realmOf perpetual blue,Looking for … Continue reading →

You sleepwalk through life,Not knowing at times,Where you are headed to;Your hands held out,Unseeing, your eyes,You stumble more,Than you actually walk,But if you looked back,You’d notice,A set of footprints,Not perfectly placed,And yet,Footprints nevertheless,A motely pair,Heralding your progress. Image Credit: Photo … Continue reading →