“okay then, goodbye”:

stories have a tendency to end in the

cliched manner, as if they just can’t find some-
thinkg different, perhaps a hello at the end,

a promise of something that begins and goes
on still, but endings are supposed to be sad
all the time, many a time. Perhaps all I need

to do

and that’d give to me my choice of an ending
or no ending, a discrepancy of sorts in the end.


This is Poem # 9 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge.

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be careful

Bottom Left: Rossatty


what is with all these dew drops,
that stand   a   p   a   r   t    and together
on the pebbles of my path,

it meanders through tunnels
and valleys, overgrowth everywhere,
sprouting seeds of tolerance and bearing.

be careful of your heart because where it sets
becomes your yearning, it’s a debt that won’t go
off, it will surely be yours, like those eyes.

so be a Ferris wheel of life, winds won’t stop you.


For Writing Prompt# 132 at MLM Menagerie and Micro Poetry at At Real Toads.

This is Poem # 8 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge. And now I have started to get restless. Ha!

when attention demands tension

and by the virtue of a dying god,
I laid open some old thoughts,
and assassinated each one


the blood spurred on my face, the
fates danced in my dreams, I saw
a night so young and delectable,
that I ejaculated my venom, rubbing
against its folds, my heart stung,

it’s a morning of blossoming
shades, lilac and violet, that I enclose

in my arms,

the winds whip my hair gently, the sun consumes
my face by its silent glare, fuchsia rings adorn my
brown cheek, and I decide that it is time to sleep-

my face upheld by the strings of the sky, mouth open
for hovering bees – there’s a certain kind of violence in it.


A fragmented and anxious piece for Day # 7 of my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge.

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snow like petals
line the path to twilight-
a crystal like sky


the mirror reflects again
the moon at night’s door


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Written in consideration of Carpe Diem Encore # 15

This is to be counted as Poem # 6 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge. I am really tired and sleep deprived; I am thus not able to write a verse poem. Though these two haiku took a lot of my energy as well.

justice has killed itself, liberty is at its death bed

we say,
justice has

the black and white verse has been drenched
by a solemn red, rigorous and redundant in
its vitality – the heads have been held off – of
opposition, the sirens have eaten us to bones.

the neighing warrior wields a black flag inside
the quarters – purple and pallor – and gets shot
by the crowd of a blind following, lives are on
sale today, get one if you buy four, its 70% off.

and we say
we are at

mindless wandering and shameless scurrying,
we read books upside down, watch only the back-
ground, everything else has been wiped off, of
the faces, dead and cumbersome, in day’s off light.

and life goes on, hunched shoulders walk forth,
we carry each others’ blood on each others’ lips

and satiate our thirst of forced will, justice has
prevailed, and we are at liberty, so rampage on.


This is Poem # 5 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge.
Inspired from dVerse MTB where the point of discussion is enjambment.

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Yes, this poem is political in nature. I have written this in solidarity with all the writers and filmmakers and scientists and intellectuals returning the awards given to them by government or government funded organisations, as a mark of protest against the growing intolerance in the country and so to safeguard our rights to dissent and freedom of speech and expression.

let me be.

I walk in the shadows-

there’s a slight rustle of the leaves

the sun touches my foot-steps
through the smog,


there’s a slight rustle of the leaves
behind me.

the cloud breaks open to reveal
the spillage of blue, her eyes

trace the contours of my existence.

numb thoughts are strewn on my path,
the world is asleep and I, awake.

so let the winds be, let me be.


Image source: LIGHTS AND SHADOWS — PALETTE KNIFE Oil Painting On Canvas By Leonid Afremov

Linking it up with Poets United Midweek Motif- Tranquility.

This is Poem # 4 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge.


I see her face through
a veil of clouds, I touch
her eyes, against
my heaving chest,

tear after another, lining
my heart with the grievous
tendency of the dying tree,
left battered, uninhibited,
surrendered, to be guillotined

by the vivacity of this shore
where dead footprints walk the night.

she is a chance encounter in my memories.

I walk along the shore
once again. I see her,
in the sand between
my toes.

my body is bare,
bathing in the rain of
subsistence, that wrinkles
my skin into a tangible

she never was. I was.


Image Credits: “Decompose” by Zaldy Icaonapo

Linking it up with Photo Challenge # 85 at MLM Menagerie and The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.

This is Poem # 3 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems challenge.