New Blog

>> Friday, February 9, 2018

I have moved here -
Do drop by for new poetry and hopefully some different kinds of posts.. by and by.. 
Much thanks :)


He & She Stories

>> Friday, February 2, 2018

She fumbles for words, face downward on the couch
He breaks through the mist, dreamy, wonderful
What jumble of relief and grief in that savage rhythm?
Content to wait, darkness seems benignant again
Yesterday, in dense despair, she drove her nails
Scarring his white cheek, today, yearning held her finger

Each morning she pulls herself together, cold nights
Imbued with fear, crush the warm glow in her heart
She has lost and conquered him; a thousand times over
Each part alive in a different stage of her poetry
Subtle magnetism of his eyes, destructive, dramatic
She is in a delicious thraldom; it bared her soul

Her monstrous sorrow, fastened on her supple body
Like an inferno to an angel; the gloomy ecstasy  
Envelops her like a shell, he saw what she must’ve been
What, perhaps, he makes her feel, the fatal sweetness,
Touches and sights; the nervous trembling his voice evoked,
Desires, denials; the hollow cries, he could not comprehend

She sleeps in his skin, pursues the glimmer of pink lips
She speaks incoherently, explains, apologises, bemoans,
The breeze carries her long sigh; he is swept in her sadness
She is always lonely, his reflection sparkling in tearful eddies
Would he avert his jaded eyes? For she, with her agitation
Her artlessness, her storms and tenderness; is merely a woman
In Love...



>> Sunday, January 28, 2018

It’s no use, flavouring my thoughts with nicotine-stained lust
Nights are stale, days drag on, eyes delve through the clutter
Hungering for an expectant tableau, which blinked away in a tear
Streaking the moon and the sun, casting shadows on silver and gold
Unable to withdraw, cul-de-sacs, cracked mirrors, cobwebs
I have nothing more to say, but where have you gone?
Ever since love; the deceptive sculptor of flesh, passed roaringly
To mingle with the voices of my dreams, I’ve stood on watch
Emptiness grows, innumerable ghosts in the whorls of smoke
I lay awake, the blue ceiling resounding in an unbroken hush
You’ll rise tomorrow with a red lipstick mark on your collar
Singing my song, undertones of whispers, pearly-gilt sunbeams
Caught between your eyelids, crimson edged, twelve-inches deep
The pain gnawing your heart, muddle, uproar, I am missing you,
I’ll jot the pangs in next poem, I left purple blooms on your shoulders
Scandalous bites on lips, breathing, locks of hair tied on your bedpost
Rhythmic longings, your pink mouth blistering with salt of my tears


Silver Symphony

>> Wednesday, December 27, 2017

the best thing about love is
I shed my reality
with no awakening
to a drab and sterile to-morrow
swamped in a lassitude that accompanies
one sentimental crisis after another
in brief patches wringing an eternity
of unfelt feelings
for wherever my gaze tarries
there is silver,
a silver of disconcerting motion,
Silver glistening in mesmeric eyes,
sparkling in pink mouth,
rattling in whispers,
disquieting Silver stumbling
in a straight line from your forehead;
over there I would frame a simulacrum,
if possible of me,
somewhat younger,
more beautiful, innumerable brooks,
dipping and rising through the valleys,
drawing semi-circles, stoking life,
thrumming magic,
could there be something buried in silt?
when the pearly droplets
copulate into a shimmering music
you can see a golden lady
seated on serpentine throne,
whirling and flashing,
young and giddy,
as happy as if the silvery symphony
were revealing
a glow of ruby


For Him

>> Friday, December 15, 2017

I perceived you in a day dream
between the persistent groping
for a moment made magical
by the sorcery of midnight

in that patchy corner
where shadows accumulate
the living trod upon spirit
substance trod upon dreams
you glow with a raw sublimity

cocooned in the warmth of
your rum-scented breath
I’d put on my red nail paint
scratch deeper where we began
couple my prose with your poetry
disentangle a curl of purple thread

you can sew the cracks of a lifetime
smooth out the mud speckled glasses
watch my eyes crinkle with love
a dialect more eloquent than words
then reach that sensual place  --


An ode to vanishing winters..

>> Sunday, November 26, 2017

November is 
no longer 
a cold month
smoky sky, 
customary jackets
create illusive 
bygone winters-

under the veil of 
somber sun
is composite picture of 
a familiar city
basking in neglect

The sluggish season -
when they clamour 
the loudest
in deep-toned 
hollow sounds

city and its inhabitants 
in enchanting dimness
endeavour to devour 
each other 

It’s the trick of 
departing year
merely a dusting over 
long summers -

smog fills your nostrils
clogs your throat
magically sprinkles 
to obscure the sight of
sour faces 

The grey cloud 
spiralling over your head 
turns greyer
and you wonder
why is the weather 
hotter every year
And hearts colder


The book at last...

>> Thursday, September 28, 2017

if you still drop by here and are disappointed that I haven't posted any new poem.. you can order my book.. The Curse of Yesterday 

It's my very first... and it'll mean a lot.

It's available on Amazon (paperback and Kindle editions) and Flipkart

Happy Reading..

Amazon link -  Paperback

Kindle edition - eBook

Flipkart - Paperback

PS- thank you for the Birthday Wishes 😃


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