Category Archives: Verses

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

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..

Like You, Like Moon


I didn’t know how far the moon was Till I started building up a space rocket From scratch. Even though she looks me in the eye Every night, I have to find nut-bolts and engine Shims and metal, Fuel, plastic

Like You, Like Moon


I didn’t know how far the moon was Till I started building up a space rocket From scratch. Even though she looks me in the eye Every night, I have to find nut-bolts and engine Shims and metal, Fuel, plastic

A Recipe For You


It’s simple Wet it in a bucket of lukewarm water. First, cut it, Then, crush it, Powder it, And piece it. Grain it, And grind it, And lo! Here’s my broken heart For you.

A Recipe For You


It’s simple Wet it in a bucket of lukewarm water. First, cut it, Then, crush it, Powder it, And piece it. Grain it, And grind it, And lo! Here’s my broken heart For you.

Through the veins


I feel this sadness Coursing through my veins Throbbing in the blood Hear it now! It’s noisy At micro level. Is something wrong with The wiring? Or has the heart started Pumping sad thoughts?

Through the veins


I feel this sadness Coursing through my veins Throbbing in the blood Hear it now! It’s noisy At micro level. Is something wrong with The wiring? Or has the heart started Pumping sad thoughts?