Standing in the land of the great Apaches Midst blooming wild poppies and the mammoth elephant grasses, thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had. May be the days of chivalric Camelot are over, as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair; vicious winds from the North gushed echoing footsteps of a massive feet …
Adorning the scarlet crown of thorns he graced the parched sands of ancient Bethlehem with legendary bounties of those infinite compassions. A messiah took birth in the shanty dwellings of the humblest shepherds, A shooting star sighted somewhere, It was the first tremors,those calm whispers and silent tears. He silently …
Started at 3 pm to look for morality, Hours minutes pass by, Walking waiting sleeping But road to morality seemed long On the curvy path few are busy, Some in slumber, some don’t really care… My guardian angel texted ” do not disturb” Keep on marching, keep on trudging Perhaps one must ask what is …
In the murkiest corner of my house, behind vintage armarium lingers shadowy smoke of a lone candle lite once. The flame long extinguished leaving behind a sooty smog that hovers an abandoned cloud Reminiscence of days when arrogant flicker competed with the mighty rays of Sun. Callously it turned its head towards the scorching …
The sacred sounds of thousand conch shells piercing through the eerie silences of deafening decades, a mammoth Himalayan cloud bursted in the Northern horizons over the legendary kingdom of Ayodhya on the banks of fabled Sarayu River. The thundering clouds wrestled, the wombs of giant Earth quivered, the regal blue-eyed peahens ruffled their gilded …
Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk… A lone train screeches as it travels through the hollower valleys and gasping Wastelands Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk… Piercing through the bare empty winds bursting into open clouds thundering straight into the darker nights on narrowest bridges Chuk Chuk Chuk Chuk… carrying in it the ghost passengers, yes those …
A lone rover wandering in, In the ancient city of Byzantium Flying through the narrow lanes Of colorful bazaars embellished. With tapestries of doe-eyed hoories Sweet aroma of brewing Turkish coffee Lingering in the air, koo hoo of pigeons In the throbbing kare pazar. Tall turquoise minarets echoing with A melodious song of bulbul seated …
I took refuge in myself as a hermit in an ancient cage, enduring the thunders and the howls of angry wolves in my brain, as the centers would not hold, no one ever cared for my broken words so I started to scribble long verses on my aching heart while taking refuge in my my …
The exquisite hope diamond ring that was tightly wrapped around my shaking finger, is it enough to keep me chained or do you think I stayed for a few golden jewels? You can very well tie me with the,shackles of your heart’s desire and lock my yearnings in an embellished magical lamp and seal it …
“The Mind Is Its Own Place,& Itself Can Make a Heaven of Hell,& Hell Of Heaven.” John Miton, Paradise Lost