Trite Questions : The Pointlessness of it All(A Poem)

Every morning asks the same questions- Will I witness some magic today? Did any miracle happen last night? What is the point in carrying on? Inertia has made drudgery bearable, Fear doesn’t let me take the leap. (6) Every morning I end up concluding- Life is not a product of my will, I exist for…

NO GERMINATION

Time is a river flowing from the past; Colours are but reflections of our thoughts; Sounds ring in our ears to keep us aware of life passing by, and approaching death. (4) News is what happens to people we know not; What runs in our minds is undocumented; Vague dissatisfaction is fairly rampant; They call…

Sayonara KKM- Unlit Cigarettes, Extinguished Sparks

Not that he would have wanted clocks to stop, nor for traffic to have halted for him. Some birds might go hungry tomorrow, A few street dogs might knock at his door. (4) Now Novak’s corner has one less fan, Rajni’s next film shall sell one ticket less, His vape machine waits to be picked…

THE URGE TO POST A MESSAGE

The Cursor beats like my anxious heart, Fingers getting restless to tap on the keyboard, which eagerly awaits    a message to reach the whole world.   (4) Let it flash on the bright screen, Do my thoughts crystallize as words, Or should I invoke Eliot’s wild beast- Dissociation of Sensibility!                   (8)  The urge to reveal or…

A Long Rant – On Djokovic Being Ruled Out (A Poem)

Footage finds the crime but did the ‘perp’ intend? Oh! so grievously hurt ,the lady didn’t pretend! Such better ways to fake it, Neymar left ashamed, Rules mean rules only if they cannot be bent. (4) Serena is never asked why she’s obliged to offend, Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to defend Novak,…

THEY ARE SCARED WITH YOUR CHOICE TO WRITE

Peddling narratives is their sole right.They are scaredWith your choice to write.(3) Nevertheless, you ought to try.Keep sending manuscripts,let them deny. (6) Fill pages, burn midnight oil.Speak, write, revealon what makes your blood boil. (9) Broadcast you views.Even if they get censored,they end up making news. (12) What is wheat to you, are to them…

A Sonnet on the Pointlessness of HOPE

From terrible confusion arises clarity of thoughts, In the sea of hopelessness float boats of hope, A wasteland is an invitation for life to sprout, ‘From darkness to light’ is a familiar trope. (4) Seize gets lifted to welcome freedom from fear, Trees of hatred become laden with love, After bothering for long troubles overnight…

Mhara Rajasthan Ri Poem : Pilot V. Parakeet

A pilot wanted to fly away in times of international ban. A parakeet struck with his beak, Forced the plane to crash-land. (4) He knew not his destination, His passengers were dismayed, Marooned for forty days with hotel bills unpaid. (8) Kept waiting for moneybags, They never turned up. Maharani torpedoed the plan, Oh, what…

RUN FOR LIFE

Thirst woke me up at two to four, I pre-empted the bloody alarm, Parched as a desert was my throat, This rum hangover I’ve known before, Besieged liver beseeched for help, Gulped water glassfuls to ease overload, Burped aloud and rushed through the door. (7)   Began running with hard strides, Within two minutes flat…

STREAMING  PLATFORMS : Mediocrities on Offer

    I jump into streams, To scour their beds. Where is gold dust? No classics are shared. (4)   No Bergmann fests, Not Fellini’s best, Where lies Bunuel buried? Where has Kiarostami fled? (8)   In these waters only small fishes abound, Not many valuables in flotsam are found, Banks are flooded with easy…

MOOD POST OFFICE

(1) Ordeal finally over, Six! gently screams, The steadfast clock, Disinterested, unconcerned, The sincerely lazy lizard Just sleeps off. (6) Again, the sun sets, Sets to rise again, Rise in the same garb, To perform the same job. (10) Who pays the Sun? Why does it burn? Day and night, East to west, Whose race…

TIE IT TO A TETHER

A flying kite, The rising sun, That beautiful face, Her charm and grace, My wandering mind, Shall seek and find, Every jewel that Lord has made, Every joy that Priests forbade.  (8)   Sparring pigeons, Cawing crows, Grass, mushrooms, Anything that grows, MY roving eyes, Never do rest, Ever they shift, In ceaseless quest. (16)…