A City Of Gold
If be a crock of porridge,
A melamine of crispy snacks,
For good Ingestion
croquet or sandwiches,... more »
A Deadwood I Was
I was a dead wood
drifting along the spooky path
of maze and intrigues,
the scary foam of waves surge... more »
A Take On ''Free Fall''
It is not Biblical Fall
Of Seduction after a
Plump, forbidden fruit,
Nor is it a headlong fall... more »
A Take On Yeats’ 'The Only Thing Certain About Us Is That We Are To0 Many’’
Yes.We are too many, many with different genres,
avocations, ambitions, animadversions, critical theories,
more poets with distinctions, publications,
with a motto, ‘’publish or perish’’.... more »
A Humble Take On '' I Am Nobody! Who Are You? ''
I am nobody! who are you?
I am insignificant speck,... more »
A Take On Guardian’s Present Tense '’ A Sweet Time, To Be Alive And Unalone, ’’
It is a perfect sweet time, to be alive,
Unalone, surrounded by the Tappings of Muse,
Not cloyed by the fervour of knowledge or
Mystic revelations abound in day to day... more »
A Take Or Remake On Milton's On His Blindness.
A Take or remake on Milton’s On His Blindness.
(But not in the form of a sonnet.
When I consider how my life is spent... more »
A Take On ''Winter Storms Mad Organ Playing''
Those vile, crazy in the
grip of battle guns, exchange
The city is in the grip of... more »
A Walk Into Wilderness
A hoary moment of isolation and despair
takes you for a walk in the wilderness,
saggy, almost falling leaves,
driven out of their privileged homes,... more »
The puff of steam
hurriedly go, stay and settle
on the green coloured... more »
Helen! Dont Come Near Us.
dancing with you.Decked by the
frills of wavy, white,
gauzy garment, your pride,... more »
Her Unlimited Move.
She bounteously blows
on the transcient, uncared for,
Slender bunch Of
Grass and steep;... more »
Janet The Gull
It is heavily built,
As heavy as a sea rock
Befriends eagerly, regular on the same,... more »
Love In The Clippings
A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.
Autumn’s crude chill already... more »
2) How oft I have seen the wrinkled, marooned
Crammed in old age homes, their beds,
Bedspreads more caring than their eyesore
The warmth of share, entwines... more »
Lullaby For The Forlorn
As the cute tabby cat stole
Out of the lobby, surreptiously,
the other inmates fast asleep,
Its moving paws silenced and... more »
Mapping On Egg
I imagine a plastic egg
On my table mahogany,
dip my brush in gentle blue,
Embellish strokes of painting,... more »
In my not peremptory home garden,
Which is not Garden of Eden,
Neither is it a den of thistles,
No piled up garbages, yet garnished... more »
A jumper I wore,
for I was going to London.... more »
Oh! My God! It Is Nowhere To Go
It is not God’s Land, any more,
much is submerged, ancient is gone,
Good old days are buried alive.
I swim on the seemingly... more »
No smell, it is just as
A fleeting moment,... more »
I am coagulated beyond limit,
break the barricade.
I wear the accelerated Wings,
The flapping and craving... more »
There Is A Black Pal
There is a Black pal, my
Visitor regular, cool and calm.
In my balcony, its abode of
Grain or rain, it visits my... more »
There Is Newness In Every Stale Thing
There is newness in every stale thing.
‘’The old order changeth yielding place to new’’.
There is newness in every stale thing... more »
Think And Thank
Think and thank.
Your clamour, their glamour
Of vociferous, voice and noise,
Some haste, some waste,... more »