– A TRIBUTE TO INDIAN ARMY- #This poem is a tribute to Indian Army, who served as a martyr on 14 Feb, 2019. This work seems surrealistic in tone as it alludes to the narration of a dead Soldier who witnesses the suicide bomber (the carrier of death) and fails to recognize he is the employer […]Read more "SLEEPER CELL"
Another version of that Beauty who loved The Beast! The Beast in new sense is the abode of narrow minded devilish deeds who never considered The Beauty even for a secluded second. Yet The Beauty seems to retreat to that Beast like a strayed puppet. And a wild laughter got probing, In my throat […]Read more "THE BEAST PROTOCOL!"
The decade turns to simple seconds, Of course of fake understandings, The seconds retreat for the hollow hour, Of meek usual weary waiting! The girth of anonymity widens, Out of a ring to that of wrongs, The unpaid silence did swell, Ominous plot of paving distress! The way we got attached together, Obviously […]Read more "THE ANONYMOUS"
In a morrow of pale sunshine, I set forth in lame wandering, Stamping door after door furiously, Seeking thus for a faint dip of felicity. Behold the sprouting bliss of dew, Blind, did my eyes capture a few, For the sparse littering dead bloom, Forcing me to zoom in and focus, Another snapshot it conquered […]Read more "FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHER"
-A SILENT AQUARIUM- In the surface of coldest pond, I was still as deadly drowned, As if incarnating my meditation, In a shimmering pool of shadow! None others interrupted my disguise, In that stillness none could intrude, Whence a small stuff of edible crawled, I boomed myself above the brim. There I went captive […]Read more "CARTRIDGE"
Last, beheld my shadow casted, Before a bereaved pardon does, The lonely graves thus damn it, In the name of screaming ugly! Was I made much deafer? Whistling and blowing in cough, Bleeding in her wrapped virginity, Pleading but in swollen wounds. Was I, but blind to bet a blackout, Her voice is fading and […]Read more "EUTHANASIA"
And whence I knit a woolen web, You barred it as some twinkling trap, In its tingling strain I made myself, As lovely a sculptor for spider web! Then I waited for lonesome twilight, As you contempt me as weary wooer, When dragging with a worthless spell, Training myself in disguising twilight! There I coded for […]Read more "FLAMES OF MISAPPREHENSION"