Category Archives: Verses

This is from the poet in me to all of you dear readers. Enjoy the muse in me.

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

The Point of Missing


So yesterday when you slept Of a tired and bleeding soul, I missed you. Like the plain  Missing the rain, The unwanted years  Missing the point, The broken car Missing the headlight, The annual diary Missing the smell of ink,

The Point of Missing


So yesterday when you slept Of a tired and bleeding soul, I missed you. Like the plain  Missing the rain, The unwanted years  Missing the point, The broken car Missing the headlight, The annual diary Missing the smell of ink,

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Missing


Tonight I miss you Like all other days. Nothing special- Just plain, simple Missing- Like an equation Missing From an old book Of mathematics, Or like a note Missing From that song We often sang together. And I know that,

Missing


Tonight I miss you Like all other days. Nothing special- Just plain, simple Missing- Like an equation Missing From an old book Of mathematics, Or like a note Missing From that song We often sang together. And I know that,

The Bending Light


The Light bends as It touches your face, And travels through The space A thousand years Around the time, A thousand years And on. You smile silently, And I see a shy Cosmic ripple Through the sky. But sometimes, I

The Bending Light


The Light bends as It touches your face, And travels through The space A thousand years Around the time, A thousand years And on. You smile silently, And I see a shy Cosmic ripple Through the sky. But sometimes, I

Some Lame Things


On some lame things and life..

Some Lame Things


On some lame things and life..