The Colour of My Father’s Death
The colour of my father’s death is yellow.
Old age, blindness, heart-fail, or pain —
What was it that took my father away?
I do not know;...
I Can’t Write Anymore
Poetry was therapy to me.For all the odds,All the burdens and pain to go away.It has been long,I had not let my feelings out.I...
Anonymous Feather…
A swirling leaf, drifting feather in the windDistract my long gaze at the colorless spaceThe crisp blue sky trying to cheer my soulWhile the...
When Nobody Knows My Name
To roam in an unknown land
Amid strangers
Under a new Sky
No familiarity, no necessity to stop
At every fourth or fifth person
For cliches, to exchange pleasantries
No...
A Bit of Wisdom
My wisdom tooth, the only one of four that came in,
Decided to grow a little crooked, partially impacted as it was,
But the molar was...
The Endless Run: Life
From morning to night
You run endlessly
To earn bread and butter
In the process of running the race,
You forget that your dreams are shattered.
Do not let...
