the last night’s bemoaning touch still speaks
in its streamlined, suggestive tunes, to gather
support for its resonance, while whistling
its siren melody in the dirty swathes of light.

its own nature has taken a toll on its slighted
health with the calming chill of a crestfallen
rain. dreams beside the bulwarks of fantasies

gather all that is left of a tattered peace flag.
the grief is not that the steps were numbered,
but that they weren’t counted, to begin with.

it grows inward – in-in – perhaps to reach its
middle, its beginning, where all becomes one.

the trunk of the old banyan has adhered to
the loss like none other, unlike my eyes that
widen, still, at the prospect of a sting from
the mouth, that speaks of those lived glories.

but how do i strive to remember how to fly,
when i did not know how, to begin with?


© Anmol Arora 2018

For Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 367, Camera Flash at With Real Toads, and Poetry Pantry at PU.
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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.

Finding Peace

Peace is a word, often associated with silence and meditation. I guess, one can find peace anywhere… if one is meant to find it. One will find it eventually… if one is destined to find it.

I didn’t want to venture into the political and social dimensions of this word. Hence, I chose to do it, thinking of what peace may mean for an individual on a personal level.

peace is when you feel at ease,

within your skin, in your own body,

peace is when, you close your eyes,

and exhale out all your worries,

peace is when, you hold your love,

against the cold, of the winter nights,

peace is when, you hear the song,

of crickets, in the otherwise silent air,

peace is when, you could sleep,

without the occurrence, of nightmares,

peace is when, you see a flower,

and analyze, the vibrancy of its colors,

peace is when, someone thanks you,

for you have been good to them,

peace is when, you genuinely smile,

without a care, of those glaring eyes,

peace is when, you greet a friend,

even though, you have quarreled,

peace is when, you invoke your soul,

to shed away, the weights it carry,

peace is when, you cook a stew or curry,

and its aroma wafts, into your nostrils,

peace is when … whenever

you feel at peace


peace is when, I look into the mirror,

without sneering, at my own reflection,

peace is when, I could do something,

get a feel of activity, in these stationary days,

peace is when, I get to go outside,

and breathe the same air, as others,

peace is when, I find a song, long lost,

with the voice of which, I adjoin my voice,

peace is when, I realize something,

a solution, though temporary, but there,

peace is when, I receive a message,

from some one across the ocean,

peace is when, that some one asks me,

how I am, even though we have never met,

peace is when I find a piece of art,

beckoning me, to gape at it,

peace is when, I solve a puzzle,

for I see myself, in a positive light,

peace is when, I read someone’s writing,

and get caught into, the web of those words,

peace is when, I type a few letters and commas,

dissolving my entirety into them,

peace is when… whenever I

forget about this life


I wish, a piece of peace, for me

and some more for you


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I am linking it up with the Dungeon Prompts: Peace. Also linking it with Imaginary Garden’s Open Link Monday, with a theme of peace.

Illusion of Peace

seeking something, that doesn’t exist,

the word, in mind, which still persists,

romantically known as peace,

similar to a flight of geese,

disappearing, in the mist,


it lies within, many insist,

all their voices, I do resist,

they are always, seeking a piece,

of something, that does not exist,


for all hazards, life has a list,

between noises, a game of whist,

cries of all the pain, kept on lease,

peace is an illusion, a fleece,

understand it, open your fist,

don’t seek something, that doesn’t exist

Where is Peace!?

peace is in this silence of the night,

also in the voice of these keys (pit-pat-pit),

being attacked by my grievous fingers,

tapped ruthlessly again and again


peace is in the call of house lizards,

their chirping-like sound, abound (tchak… tchak),

disturbing, yet musical and rhythmic,

unfound talent, hidden behind clocks,


peace is in this small skipping insect,

the name of which I do not know (small & BLACK),

as it crawls, and walks, and hops,

getting invisible in the dark from time to time,


peace is in the solitude of this time,

as the city sleeps and those who stay awake (nocturnal),

the owls and the bats, and insomniac,

lost in the reverie of self-indulged plight,


peace is everywhere you find it,

even in those burdened heart beats (thump-thump),

and the wails of the tethered soul,

just find it, and it is going to be yours


* I didn’t expect to write something like this, but ended up doing so. Written in consideration of dVerse Poetics.