Are you tired yet
Of the heartbreaking debt
This world owes
To the gods of love?
Fire and flowers both hate
Descriptions that tend to violate
Their beauty for misplaced
Passions and lust
world
In Your Hands
As the world crumbles in your hands
You wonder why you ever took a stand
They say your every move is a sin
But until you break, how will you let the light in?
Life’s Breathless Moments
1. Wonder
2. Hindsight
3. Being lost at sea.
4. Nostalgia.
5. Moving on.
6. Being one with your art.
7. The world that is not a habit yet for babies.
8. Your shadow making sure you are not lonely.
9. Grace.
10. When it starts to snow.
Grapevines
I keep a jar filled
With stardust next to my bed
Every night it shines
I found it on a hill
To which the wandering road led
Amidst the scarlet grapevines
There I had paused, and used my quill
Inked word upon word, left unsaid
Indeed I wrote, as if all the world was mine
When I stood to leave, I found a jar filled
With stardust, in the lovely mead’
And every night, it shines
Revolution- A Poem
I was the freedom the black slave called
I was the land of the Catholic Lord
I was the magpie’s cry of fear
I was the signal that truth was near
I was the Muslims’ voice galore
I was Shakespeare’s sonnet when they said encore
I was the Britishers’ silver mines
So well set upon Indian lines
I was the last run on the very last ball
I was the reason of the Spartans’ fall
I was the garden of the Mughal kings
I was the hope of the lark that sings
I was the dust, the water, the wine
Of all the men, through history, and time
The wheel I was, and firearms too
I was the how, the why and who
I am the flags on the window panes
I am the enemies’ efforts in vain
I am here today, but sit and wait
‘Revolution’ is my name, the world is my bait.
Stardust 