A woman is sitting on the front verandah of her house, trying to disentangle a long thread. She is totally involved in her work. Her face is wrinkled and dull, her eyes will take one to abysmal depths of pain and suffering. There is calmness in her breath. She has finally made peace with […]
When I was 5 years old I used to watch birds fly Flapping their wings And producing dulcet tones I used to inhale the fragrant air There was some mystery around I saw people walking and not rushing Meeting each other and discussing A sense of wonder was there in all eyes There
Lying on the bed I read a book A gleam of sunlight falls on its words Through the window on my right The pendulum swings Indicating that its time My mind tells my brain One more page… One more page over The sunlight rises From the words of the book to my
the crowded roads and the running humans the street dogs barking and the unnecessary fighting nothing escapes from my view the silent gossip and the noisy traffic the birds chirping and the winds rustling I hear everything the woebegone reality passes through me every day But I don\’t say anything I maintain my calm
An empty dark room Signifying lassitude A few of them came And started circling the room Finding a way to enter They knocked from all sides And tried to enervate The emptiness inside They were being deceitful But it was obvious now The doors of the room remained closed The lost courage rose to
