They hate the rain in London
Because it means dark, gloomy days
No sunshine, football, or picnics
And house arrest in stuffy, humid rooms.
They hate the rain in London
imagery
Close your eyes and write a poem
Close your eyes and write a poem,
Because sights are beautiful
But god,
Look at the sounds.
Kaleidoscopic (haiku)
दीपक की आत्मकथा (Autobiography of an oil lamp)
मैं धरती- पूत, अग्नि-पूत
अग्नि का ही निवास हूँ,
मुझे अम्बर से क्या?
अपने छोटे- से संसार का
उजाला बनकर संतुष्ट हूँ मैं ।
The nameless yellow-flowered tree
When Summer combs her golden locks
And lets a strand fall,
It reaches the earth and seeds
The nameless yellow-flowered tree.
Nox
What is darkness?
The absence of light, they say.
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
It is light which is the absence of darkness.
Eyes of God
Hey guys! Yes, I’m still here- I haven’t abandoned my blog if that’s what you were thinking. Then why has it been almost a month since I wrote, you ask? I’d love to say I was chilling off to let my brain relax and reboot so that it could come up with more awesome ideas to write about. That I’d taken a ‘Writing Vacation’, if you will, to help my writing. Truth is, writing wasn’t even on my mind. I last blogged on November 7 (TTW part 11) and let me tell you what happened after that. I’d love to tell the whole story in detail, but then you’ll probably get bored. So here’s a short version- from 8-12 November I was at my naani’s (maternal grandma’s) place because my maama (maternal uncle) was getting married. For non-Indians, Indian weddings aren’t a simple one-day affair- no sir, you aren’t husband and wife until a lot of rituals have been completed. From 12-22 November, I was down with dengue. From 24 Nov- 1 Dec, I had my post-midterm exams. And today you have it- the day I blog on- Sunday.
Ink and Sand
With half-closed eyes the sun
Watches the heavenly ink
Spill out of its pot
As if God, like a frustrated poet
Had pushed his inkpot off his writing-desk.
Dance of the waves
Yeah, I know I didn’t blog on Blog-day Sunday but calm down, I returned from my trip today and I honestly didn’t have even a spare minute yesterday. So without any further delay, let me introduce you to my latest poem, inspired by the waves at the rendezvous of two seas and an ocean at Kanyakumari, the bottom-most point of the Indian mainland. The said seas are the Bay of Bengal and the Arabian Sea and the aforementioned ocean is the Indian Ocean. It’s a beautiful place which merits a visit. Don’t miss the Vivekananda Memorial if you ever happen to travel there. And yes, the image featured with this post was clicked by me at Kanyakumari.
