Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Night

the night is silent and the city sleeps
some restless souls keep wandering the forest deep
searching for questions or answering the beasts
in midst of this chaos,
a stroke of luck
two strangers ask the same questions
in a house full of sluts
neither has answers
 and that is fine
as there is another soul to share their wine   

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Stolen Moments ...

Sometimes, when I am up late
with only the slow hum of the night as company ....
I remember the moments we stole together from the night.
Traveler, our paths may never meet again, 
but they will always bring a quite smile, 
like the drop of water that breaks this night's silence ...

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Take me Home

How long has it been now .... how long more to go 
I left home a boy, long time ago
been to many cities, knocked on many doors 
climbed a few mountains, sailed to a few shores
sometime with travelers, mostly alone 
How long has it been now .... how long more to go ...

Saturday, October 24, 2015



Running around in the uncut prairie with a football at their feet
sometimes kicking the orb and sometimes just the mist 
with no worry on their minds or frown on their face
just huffing and puffing to score one or maybe a brace
even the dark clouds marveled and waited with bated breath
because at least for some time the men were children again ....  

Friday, October 16, 2015



The beautifully wicked little stick with an ember of life
the symbol of rebellion and the symbol of art
the symbol of camaraderie and the symbol of strife
with coffee or tea, with grief or glee
with dawn or dusk, with convertible or truck
with vodka or wine, with you or mine
the symbol of interlude and the symbol of cessation
the beautifully wicked little stick with an ember of death ..... 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Morning Flavor

Without your voice, mornings aren't mornings any more 
The dew on the grass isn't a pearl
The bird's tweet isn't a song 
The azure sky isn't a canvass 
Like coffee without caffeine ... 
Without you voice, mornings aren't mornings any more .... 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Because She is a woman ...

A girl was born in the dark of the night,
A Curse she is, they said;
But with a twinkle in her eyes and
Spring in her steps; she conquered all the States.

A girl was born in the afternoon heat,
A Burden she is, they said;
But with a smile like the Sun and
A heart of Gold; she relieved all the pains.

A Girl is born, to be a Woman,
Not your whore or bitch;
Give her a chance to win your heart,
Not a stick and a sneer.

Because she is a Woman … 

PS: Two years back I on the occasion on Woman's day I wrote an ode to women.

It got some great reviews and I think it would be hard to raise the bar. So for this year I thought lets write something which supplements My Ode to Women .... Hope it meets your expectations. :D

A Happy Woman's Day ....