A Song A Bird Sings

There’s a song a bird sings Outside my window Every morning and evening Per my reckoning, It welcomes the joy of the morning Whilst the sky blooms like a tender flower of lotus And it also farewells the twilight of the evening Whilst the sky closes like a tender flower of lotus All the while … More A Song A Bird Sings

Awakening

Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and … More Awakening

The Photograph

They say that the time never stops But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops? It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’ But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit … More The Photograph

A Stranger Told

  It was a lazy Sunday morning Rain was pouring through like a wild stream Had a cold tea in a small bowl, mind seemed uselessly wandering Through the lonely showering of waters, it felt numb Unable to comprehend the feeling The urge to feel, the rain, the silence A stranger told, write it out … More A Stranger Told

A Walk in Brooklyn

15th March 2018. Late morning and early noon was when I was in Brooklyn; specifically Brooklyn Heights. I haven’t read much about Brooklyn Heights so if I describe it from my own experience, it’s silent, vintage and peaceful. Just as Betty Smith starts her book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – “Serene was a word … More A Walk in Brooklyn

Art

“Love?” “An Illusion.” “Religion?” “The fashionable substitute for Belief.” “You are a skeptic.” “Never! Skepticism is the beginning of Faith.” “What are you?” “To define is to limit.” – An extract from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde