plucked I from the garden of epithets a wondrous appellation Sapphire! Thy sobriquet, I sway gently in thy ecstatic kingdom leaning against the sweet whisperings of thine creations In moments together sitting parallel across the seven oceans yet under the same vast expanse, Thee soaking in the golden sun, while I drench myself in monsoon… Read More Thy sobriquet
Endlessly my heart cried eyes searching frantically in vain “where art thou” behind the curtain of life is anything true or is all disdain? My life ain’t a stage neither I a performer to enact or flaunt in mystical attire as perceived everyone ..I ,a mere soul wish to be a lotus blooming in the… Read More “My Life ain’t a stage “
photocredit: google images the delicate quill scribbles lore of sordid life amidst the society of racial protagonists and authoritarians few drops emerge on the paper red scarlet, yeah ! they are grievous tears fallen by tormented excruciation. the words sharp, pierce the autocratic system which hath remained despotic since ages and years ..will the ink… Read More The delicate quill
photocredit:hdw.eweb4.com The last breath and the heart sighed Alas! Will my eyes close without a glimpse of the promise made, through turbulence and storms,I have struggled…in an urge to sip a drop of immortal falling innumerable times, often stuck in between, With zest I pulled over off the dark plunging well of loss, and continued… Read More The Last Breath
DEATH I simmer in the boiling emotions of past Oh! death ! it isn’t that easy to sleep in thy arms, before the world awakens in duty is immersed my heart. Would thou ever survive a second in such life , craving for a glance… Oh ! death! thou ignorant of the mortal ways of… Read More DEATH
CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY On streets forlorn Walks the child, destitute The infant of world’s destiny… In rags torn hungry and homeless roaming through lanes for a morsel! The rulers sit on a lavish throne speak high volumes of chore actions fail to achieve war and blasts kill the child of world’s destiny lives… Read More CHILD OF WORLD’S DESTINY
Plough thy field , O! restless mind, barren is thy land make it fertile… rake up the soil undug the earth freshen thy surface for the sow… spread the seeds of the enchanting name Whose utterance will lift your veil O! ignorant mind, cultivate thy land let the virtuous arrive till then thy senses, recite… Read More Plough thy field!