Each press of fingerPuts a letter on screenOn their own they are just a soundTogether they make senseThe letters make sound Some words are smallEasy to spell and simpleSome are long and complicatedTongue twisters and sophisticatedThe words make meaning Each having a same purposeTo convey a meaningAs a string in the sentenceThat’s part of theContinue reading “The keyboard of life”
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I will live my life tomorrow
Weary eyes squintafter an uneasy nightas the unfaithful curtains let in the unforgiving sunlight,sips from the bitter cup of coffeepush the dreams to the fringeushering in, the real worldfast enough to make you cringe,Lets get up and runthere’s a lot to be doneToday, there’s a schedule to followWait,I’ll live my life tomorrow Hurried footsteps overContinue reading “I will live my life tomorrow”
I am me
Bit tired, I trudge onDragging my feetMy steps too smallThe end looking farBrow dripping with sweatSome trickle down the eyeIt’s weary Bit worried, I am scared Eyes cast down Trepidations rise up the throat Filling the heavy beating heart Veins pulsate fear Permeates every cell It’s infectious Bit unsure, full of doubt Shaking to theContinue reading “I am me”
Sleep
Quadrille Monday at d’Verse is over. The prompt was any form of the word sleep. This is the first time i am participating in this beautiful portal of connect. But strangely, like the promtpt I slept. So i am posting my attempt at Quadrille on a tuesday, which faithfully follows the manic monday.I have usedContinue reading “Sleep”
Sky in the eye
The sky I must reachThe clouds I must pierceSun the scorcherlying beyond the cloudMust look him in the eye The moon and the starsHang on the domeKeeping the worldEncased withinMaintaining the semblance of the lie The dark spaceBeyond and in betweenFills every thingAnd still remains emptyBut seen with the closed eye I have traveled forContinue reading “Sky in the eye”
Beyond the Sun
Under watchful eye little one learns to paddle Leaves the sun behind
The dream of Democracy
The dream of democracyUtopian it may be,but full of hope… it is. Many voicesthrough one,a dream it may bebut full of hope… it is Virtuous leader emergeReflecting the voicesChaotic fairness it may be,but full of hope… it is Power to the peopleThrough the will of peopleFor the wish of the peopleIdealistic it isbut full ofContinue reading “The dream of Democracy”
Room full of walls
The roomFull of wallsA worldBy itselfWhere the Inanimateand the animateCoexist and converseLiving symbioticallyEach at their place staticThey can’t moveBut I canYet can’tDoor remains closedLike another wallIn the roomFull of walls
Cherry tree waits
The pink blooms,it’s the right timeIt’s cold,Yet not as much Cold enoughto wear the coatsWarm enoughto venture out as such sun shines bright,Sky seems bluerOn my eyes,Sun glasses look trendy The flags and banners,All Pink as they flutterIn the slight breeze,Comfortably not windy Sips of rice beerred and whiteOn the lush green grassAfternoon is prettyContinue reading “Cherry tree waits”
Cheery Blossomed
The night glitteredMany twinkling eyes witnessedLaying their souls bare The music filled the airMany revellers dancedwithout not a single care treads pointed to the venueAll roadsleading to one Some joyfully walkingSome creeping in the carsSome on the run Flashing lights of the cameraSmiling facesgleamed in the sun Many colours mingledLight pinkturned out to be funContinue reading “Cheery Blossomed”
My Tales Within 