The clickety-clack on her keyboard, And a barrage of words come rolling out, Expressions tumbling onto each other, Words interspersed with many a laugh out
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Conversations with my Master
Hey Sloth! Winnow away that indolence. Lousy! Manifest your spine Let this tip upon a paper. Dance. Rattle up the senses out of your wits.
Grandma Whispers
Colourful rangoli and incense smell, Greets and welcomes, where grandma dwells, Cheerful designs, entice good vibes, Calling Lakshmi as she happily abides. Her temple place
An Afternoon in the Meadow
Oh, pretty daisy in the lush green meadow, Your white rosette petals and your head so yellow, Your touch so soft and your scent so
All We Dare to Say
As I open my eye, the wall wants to talk But the colors at each other’s back prevent Breeze then walks through the thin line
Mute Unmute
The little Sac inside my womb, How I longed to ask, longed to hear the answers to my query To those muted questions, That sprang
Evanescence
Myriad, multi-hued, conversations, Sans hesitation, sans inhibitions, Where differences were immaterial, Where discourses were ever genial. Greek mythology or Calligraphy, Be it Ayn Rand or
Love Yourself, Live Yourself
Life is not a bed of roses It hurts to love sometimes, it really does. Because, maybe, you love the person more than the life
Beloved Conversations
The door opened with the chime of the bell, As they walked in, my heart swelled, ‘Oh! We missed you’ is all that they said,
An Idiomatic Expression
“Its raining cats and dogs.” I sighed. “Cats and dogs Are the only ones Getting drenched, Anyways.” Maa retorted, Dabbing a fistful of Gratitude on
Remembering my cherished story weaver!
The conversations were in a cyclical loop… Repeated verses with significant learnings… They had a distinctive rhythm and tune… The brain cells triggered by the
Conversation With the Future Self
“I am tensed, I am worried I ain’t sure where the key to fix things is buried I feel I ain’t doing good professionally I
Of Half-truths and Hurt
Sticks and stones may break your bones, But words can never hurt you – Is something you always told me Mama, Is something I wish
Single Line Conversations
I feel I am, no less than a brave soldier Stoic and honorable in discharging my duty I live in a battle field, day in
Silent Prayers
Closed eyes, thoughts reverberate, Silence struck, prayers resonate, When calm, we strike dialogue with God, Whispering prayers, which echo aloud. Wonder why? We clang and
Conversations Across Cups
A cup, or is it just a cup? A cup of coffee or is it Milk? Look at all the great decisions. Made during conversations
From Heart to Soul
What rhythm is that… I hear, Soft and subtle; Is it Krishna dancing on Kaliya’s hood, Transforming the beast As Lord played with his flute.
Conversations We Had
Delay the flow of meaty words, Feel the pregnant pause, Define the silence in our relationship, Like the silver cutlery lying in the cupboard, That’s
The Real Me
On tenterhooks I went towards her Her countenance shimmered reflecting the dawn rays I deep dived into her cavernous eyes. The place where I could
A Conversation with God
Seeking Enlightenment, I went within, My soul fixed a conversation with God, I sat in meditative silence, The inner voice cried for peace and stillness.