The Prophet

Met a wise man once, Not a chiseled, silver beard monk, But a weathered limping man. A prophet he started to narrate a tale, Not a saga of god and ablutions Nor sordid scripture of poverty around Standing majestic on the banks of holy river He whispered softly in my ears listen to the melody …

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But I Am Happy

In all my innocence, I thought you will listen gently to the beats of my heart, I cried and howled as I was alone and scared I knew we both spoke different languages but still put my trust because I yearned to speak and liberate myself from the fear and the million different voices in …

Sometimes I Sip Sooty Coffee

On my way to home, there are moments when I casually sip a dark sooty coffee, ashen black to remove the stubborn charcoal stains from  my green heart, legacy of a sheltered sub-urban life, I meander through the curvy narrow lanes, stretching wide from top like sagging bosoms but contained through metallic wired frilled brassieres and …

We Are Together

The saplings of sorrow Ooze their heads in every garden Not yours and mine only The heavy fruit of grief falls In your and mine lap alike Tears like courses of great rivers Flow in the same direction of ocean The spells of darkness are darker In  corner of every house Sun shines equally bright …

Dreams of Fear

Dreams of Fear Haunted by a terrifying image Of an old lady crackled withered Ogling at me through holes in the window For every Sunday night as I fell into Sweet slumber, a shadow, an image so dark Looked straight to me, menacingly Insidiously it too stood by the window An odor of rotten flesh, …

Defeat

I will not bow down,  To the strong northern winds The unwavering faith that rests in  My warm soul is enough To combat mighty cold winds I will not step back from my position As the inch of land that I occupy is The only one I will ever possess The howls don’t terrorize me …