Friday, January 29, 2016

A Crow Story



Now, he will sit at that bamboo pole, curious and searching. I wonder what he is up to? Yesterday, it was he who sat there still for an entire span of fifteen minutes and then bend his head out of some curiosity or in contemplation of a master plan. I was looking at him all the time and he, as usual he does not notice me. Let's say, I do not have the mesmerizing scent he is searching for.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

The Fallen Leaf



I saw it in your eyes. When you closed them, they spoke to me a thousand times before surrendering to the darkness. There was absolution in your eyes. I saw them many a times staring at the leaves of the tree. As if your freedom lies with the every moment a leaf turns yellow and falls into the hush of silent death.

Friday, December 4, 2015

Wanderlust: Dhuadhar Falls, Jabalpur

Dhuadhar falls

The thunderous applause of the calm waters
Startled the spirits and they rose happy
In silence the lovers stood
Staring at the misty water
The fluid water falls on the hard rock
A miracle and a boom deafening the senses
No chirping no light breeze sways here
The time stops by
As the river falls but then flows on
Life is hard but to proceed with elegance
Is one thing our river-soul whispers us.