I fervently wait for you every night As I gaze at the stars above, I hope you’ll lead me into your world of light. I
Category: Poetry
The Bottle List
Wake up to the murmurs of dawn. Breathe in a new day, make new memories, Bottle up some time and put a stopper on. Bask
They Ruined My Life
I was a rock star, loved by all, After all, I had been always impressive, Alas! One day patches appeared, some big others small. I
Paradise Lost
Old albums, sepia photographs, I see When the world looked young and the joys were fresh Locked within these lonely confines, how do I flee?
My Good Old School Days
What shall I do now Mother? It’s so long since I met my friends This online school is such a bother. A warm hug to
A Dedication to Ma
You breathed life into my soul; You gifted me a world full of comfort and joy, Dear Ma, bless this little part of your complete
A Heart in Love
Far away, I know you wait for meI see you every time I close my eyesIn a labyrinth I am, across the seaMy heart urges
Leap of Faith
Like nutmeg in plum cake or in a coffee blend, Like water to a wilted sapling, Lack, not leap of faith, is worse, my friend.
Rhythm Of Life
Forever gone; miles apart are you and I This darkness I can never wade through It’s the rhythm of life, but I can’t say goodbye
The Weary Braveheart
Every day, I get to play God at work, and take decisions that haunt me forever, It’s not a duty I can shirk. I haven’t
A Christmas Morning
My mom wakes me up with a stern warning, I can hear a musical number, After all, it’s Christmas morning! Waking up from my slumber,
When I Am No More
You are spying me through the window, Strolling in the lawn and humming a tune, But I am long
From Chocolates to Pockets
I am a great fan of Roald Dahl, His works fascinated me from when I was small. His Magic Finger animated words, Instilled empathy through birds.
Ostentation of words
On a flight, I sat on a seat next to Mr Tharoor Excited about a fascinating trip to Karur I had a hundred questions about
Pingali Venkayya – The Forgotten Hero
There was a freedom fighter named PingaliWho was a fellow quite jollyHe worshipped the ‘Mahatma’And designed the ‘Tiranga.’He was an educationistAnd hailed from Krishna districtA
The Experiment
The perfect work of Gordon Ramsay Has always left me in utter dismay Never did I imagine him to judge the cooking show As a
It’s Dangerous
From childhood, I am an ardent fan of Michael Jackson Flaunting around pictures clicked with his figurine of waxen Fate intervened, I was appalled to
Mrs. Heather
There lived a lady Mrs. Heather Who was frail and tiny like a feather She nodded and adjusted with a frown Every time the wind
Prince of Arabian Nights
I desire to meet the ‘Aladdin,’ The one who owned the magic carpet that spins. A handsome man with a heart of gold, Who is
Crazy Greek Gods
He always gets angry and threatens to smite everyone, Zeus, (Gods don’t curse me for this) and he is as dumb as a moose, There