Thoughts offshore my heartFew sailing towards,Few sailing away.Some I do remember,Some just numb existence.At times, I look through the prism,Perhaps searching for the dispersionof colours, of emotions.Fear, anger, happiness,sadness;the multitude of colours in one.Yet when I watch it over the blue sky,It's only the warmth of joy,I find from the rainbow.Thoughts offshore my heartFew sailing …
[Poetry] “I had to tell you”
All my love, lay on a canvas,like a piece of modern art.Visible to all, but you.Understood by few; but you.All my voices, lay on paper,like a fiction, unread by you.I exist as silent words,You, like a humming melody.Both together, a song.Let fate sing it aloud,perhaps melt the barriers,the strangeness in being strangers.You know it, I …
[Poetry] Unforgettable
Your mild tender fragrance, was a reminder of your presence; in my life, in my mind. Your burst of deep belly laugh, was a hint, a presence of happiness. And when your laugh went breathless, you would hold for a moment and then spurt out a rainbow of laughter. Unforgettable. Your honest zealous expressions, …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 15] “Bihu Dancers”
Bihu is the Assamese festival of spring celebrated in the month of April. Young men and women from Assam perform the folk Bihu dance to convey their love for each other. Translations: dhol - drum , jetuka - henna , gogona - traditional jaw harp A troupe of Bihu dancers, like a bouquet of red roses, …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 5] ” A Night on the Machan”
Prologue Love and duty are a dilemma. One is dream the other a reality. One is destination the other a path. Contrariwise. What would you, rather choose? 10:00 PM Ten hours till end of duty. I tossed restlessly on the hay to switch between thoughts. But she was constant; the sovereign over my dreams. …
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[NaPoWriMo Poetry-2] “What colour is love?”
Can you tell me, what colour are roses? O dear, it's green. green as grass, he replied. Love, does it have a colour too? It is Of a sort, a blank canvas of emotions, Unless painted with trust, he replied. Rainbow, she desired to see, See through trust of his eyes. But she …
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