Tag Archives: poem

A Bed Of Sand

Life isn’t
Always easy.
And your bed isn’t
Always of roses;
But even life is human.
It takes pity,
Softens the blows,
Lets you draw solace
From a bed of sand.

This poem is now on poemhunter.com; click here:

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bed-of-sand/

When the general landscape of my life appears gloomy, Poemhunter always gives me something to feel happy about. Today when I opened this site, I found myself among its ‘popular members.’ See this pic clicked today, 14 July 2019.

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Pretty Woman

What a lovely picture,
This flower pot makes!
Of a Pretty Woman
With flowers behind her right ear…

This poem is now on Poemhunter.com also. See the link below.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-woman-15/

God Of Small Things

Here is the link to my latest poem on Poemhunter.com

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-of-small-things-2/

It was inspired from the works of the popular writer/blogger Mayank Austen Soofi.

The photo you see here of me with Mayank Austen Soofi was clicked in December 2014 outside my office…

A Haiku Of Joy

On 26 March 2019, my name appeared in a newspaper for the third time, thanks to Mayank Austen Soofi! See the pic above.

I was completely swept off my feet when I saw the Delhiwala column of the Hindustan Times that day!

While sharing the news with my friends and well-wishers, I surprised myself by using a combination of words that was actually a Haiku!

This was what I wrote.

“My youngest poem Yellow Semals

Flew out of its nest today.

It’s in Hindustan Times, Delhi, today.”

I call this a Haiku of Joy….

Official Bougainvilleas

I call them official bougainvilleas because they live and breathe inside the office premises. Their blazing, bright colors add soul, poetry, innocence, and freshness to their surroundings and inspire us to continue blooming; to be happy and creative in spite of the oppressive work life in the private sector and its inevitable politics…

These words are now part of a poem…Read it here…https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/official-bougainvilleas/?m=0

Stones And Flowers

Nothing can be as fickle, treacherous

As Life.

Love it or hate it,

Take it or leave it,

Life will remain life.

Sometimes it hurls stones

On your path,

And sometimes it throws

Flowers on your feet.

But you just have to keep plodding on.

Because flowers and stones are but

Passing illusions.

As ephemeral as the fog,

As short-lived as the images of a kaleidoscope.