Sunday, May 13, 2018

Two Poems for Mothers Day

I know

across your face
white streaks
among thick black hair
the red parting
into a vermilion moon
on the forehead
red bangles on wrists
henna on palms
hid the marks
of lifelong chores
cracked skin
snapped the fate line
they covered you
with a white shroud
you were dead
the red bridal dress
into orange flames
the setting sun
turned crimson
but you cannot die
I know
I was born to you


Garden’s whiff, kitchen’s waft
streams of sweat
mingled with milk
pain, exhaustion, tears
all banished
by your touch of silk

storms you faced cheerily
trifling with fate’s ire
you disdained vagaries of time

when you fell
skies convulsed earth trembled
fortress crumbled
our talisman lost forever
heads once held proudly high
defeated, must they bow
resounding laughters lost forever
mother dear, did you have to go?

Sunday, April 29, 2018

My Holy Trinity

In raging storms
I floundered
across dark chasms
The world wallowed in darkness
Where are you, do you exist?
The cry shot through my soul
sundered the skies
The storms paused
A bright scintilla broke through the dark
She descended from the skies
Her lips rich with divine nectar
a pink kiss on the luminous moon
Eyes as bright as a doe’s
She moved with royal élan
radiated a deity’s dignity
Her mind and body
Mother Nature’s bounty
I followed her from gloom to bliss
My Muse, my Fortuna, my Venus
My own Holy Trinity

Friday, April 6, 2018

The Muse: a tribute

In darkness
the soul floundered
yearned for divine bliss
Gods relented
Ordained the tryst
with its long-cherished muse
whose splendour rivets Dame Nature
Petals borrow softness
from her lips
The breeze its fragrance
from her breath
Her eyes melt away the darkness
And voice revives the dead
With its muse and mate
the soul sets off on a journey
to rejuvenation

Saturday, March 17, 2018


Leaves drift around the spot
we used to meet
laugh argue fight reconcile
no distances separated us
or so I thought
ages later
or is it days
in the stillness of autumn
blossoms turn sepia
I gather a fistful of dry leaves
and crush them
Why possess my soul
if we were to be strangers again
Why meet
only to go away 
Your smile was just a smile
for you
for me 
it was a million promises 

Thursday, March 8, 2018


Fire and morning dew
inspires and deters
the fad 
to place her 
on the pedestal
mocks banal iconising 
she remains my muse 
colours my dreamscape 
with earthy
and sublime hues

Tuesday, March 6, 2018


Words hovered

in the air thoughts

buzzed my ears

and danced away

your eyes


a million dreams

will take ages

to die

Thursday, February 15, 2018

My Beautiful World

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