Sunday, September 21, 2014

Distant Breeze

...cool breeze from distant fields
that used to reach me easily
once
now battles with towering billboards
and
without resistance
flies away
toward unknown skies...

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

On Favoritism...

The artist collapsed in pain at the entrance of a large theater

with seizures all over,

where he was told to wait endlessly;

because, he replied

‘All Greats’ on being asked,

who was his favorite?

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Sketched Heart

...draw me your heart...

Whispered She

He
a child at heart
and
a man of love
sketched 
ventricles and valves

...you still are a child...

She mumbled and left
without knowing
every painted artery and vein
had her name
etched on them
and the artist on hand
about to whisper
life in it...

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Pageless Author

...absence of pages made him realize;
how poor he was, 

and he thought of being richest, 
while basking 
in glory of few words and verses...