The Covid Kid
Covid really fucked it up for us, Din’t it? We ran like, you know who. Back to homes of crying … Continue reading The Covid Kid
Collection of my poems. I write these poems freely; without giving attention to the standard rules and forms of poems. Like many, I am after all a novice. Poetry is a field as vast and as deep as human history itself. And to say that there is a single way to write poem is as untrue as saying the sun rises in the west. I hope to find my voice and my style. Something so unique that it leaves unmistakable footprints on the letters I pen. Until then, I shall write as I have written here – as freely as a an eagle sooaring in the autumn wind.
Covid really fucked it up for us, Din’t it? We ran like, you know who. Back to homes of crying … Continue reading The Covid Kid
I will not see the way they see. I will not play the way they play. I will not cry … Continue reading Bull’s eye
I dream that I am Given in life what My ancestors were denied. A lasting family of loving relatives. At … Continue reading The millennial finger
Dear Father, I have bloomed late in life. Having finally entered the party, I find the liquor still flowing unabashed. … Continue reading Summer bloomer
A tigress, And her three little cubs, Roamed the starving Jungle of the night. The mother’s attempts Over the weeks, … Continue reading Tiger Red
In many ways, life, Is like a four-stroke engine. It is as simple as that – Intake, compression, power and … Continue reading Four-stroke engine
Stupid eyes, Dominates all other senses. Like a stern school master, Whipping others in line. What do you do? When … Continue reading An ode to the blind
A bird in a cage. There is something fundamentally wrong with that. It is a ghastly sight, Yet, somehow, a … Continue reading A bird in a cage
To my best friend, I give a smile. To my worst enemy, I give a cigarette. Continue reading Cigarette
You say you want to be happy, But you listen to sad songs sheepishly. You say you want to be … Continue reading A reason to smile