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:
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.
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.
Here is the link to my latest poem on Poemhunter.com
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…
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….
Here is the link to my latest poem ‘Yellow Semals.’
It was inspired from an earlier blog post with the same name.
To all those soldiers
who sacrificed their precious lives
That care little for human lives…
Inspired by a prompt from my favorite poetry website Poemhunter.com, I wrote my own poem on the year just gone by…
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
Nothing can be as fickle, treacherous
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
As ephemeral as the fog,
As short-lived as the images of a kaleidoscope.
Inspired from this pic, I wrote a poem a few days later.
It is now on Poemhunter.com.