Wednesday, 11 November 2015


I walk to the construction site
Soil is prepared, r.c. column tries to grab the sky,
Rubbish, building materials scattered everywhere,
Metro railway on the foreground with sidewalls,

Buildings crab to get architectural beauty,
That fits to the new town’s appearance.
I want to search lost field’s greenery,
It is bounded with fencing at some places,
Either it is a mall premises or lawn to sit-and-eat,
Having one big sign-board, “Multi Cuisine Restaurant”,
Cosmopolitan town just takes the shape,
And sign of purposeful commercial intent,
Living here is a boast for those who can afford price,
Cemented whims is established with no grudge,
We need not think of the past, exposure is there
Just to walk beside the glimpse, edge of dream.  

Friday, 6 November 2015


I walked too often to find roots
Of quiet place – away from home
And many times, I am plunged
Between two roads, striding away
In a long and strenuous journey.
Instead, I have to wash away dream
From my mind, dry pathway makes
Me frustrated, restraining me from
This wild journey, and excesses
Have been done upon my mind,
Sweet home is the prince,
Filling peace in everyone’s mind,
Rescuers are not at red soil or metallic road.

From daybreak to evening,
I learnt to stay at home, even if
I am dried out with thirst
Or melt in agony, none has loving tongue.

Thursday, 5 November 2015


Narrow stream
Riverbed almost dry
People’s plunder
Down to flowing of water

They place pieces of bones. 


See those small flowers in the garden,
Whose blooming has pride to molten
Aggrieved mind with enshrined chants
To resume work for life, tearing wrenched
Fragrance of strained mind, to see abode

Of life’s journey with love and innocence. 

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Short story slam week 32: Unexpectedness

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His mystic appearance is mystery again,
And wings appear preparedness very much,
Classic forbearance dominates edge of
Entertainment, without disgust or pity,
It tells something, scatters humor, and
Background is filled with argument of the unexpected.

When observance wane solitude,
Situation turns into merriment,
With signs and wonders of cosmic change,
Children love it to play with this outline of drawing.
This lends something believing love has no ending
With proceedings of creation that recreates it every time.