The thought of two roads diverging in a lonely wood enters the realm of the profound. This is because of the metaphorical significance of these lines; the couplet by Robert Frost is loaded with deep meaning. For the longest time, … Continue reading When two roads diverge in a lonely wood.
Far away stood a very fine portrait Aah ! I said. It was worth the wait. I look at the mathematical preciseness The perfect slope on the plain dress I was awed by the perfect angles, A perfection devoid of tangles Years later, I came back to the lady The smile made me forget perfection Her eyes never left mine, I sensed a loneliness The lonely companion who encourages you while you climb the never-ending Stairs to Perfection. Continue reading The Perfect Mona Lisa
Some say paradise is in the mountains; They say, it is in the clear streams through which one can see the pebbles. Pebbles which were beaten and bruised until they became graceful, Elegant and smooth. Some say paradise is … Continue reading Paradise
Sweet it is, with a pinch of salt; Half a beast and half a woman The flickering candle, a light in the darkness, Is a trap. You see what is there, You believe what you see. Roam the dark, for the world is yours; No rules to play by, save your own. Come ! Close your eyes, sweet Baby, That is the world. Not this ! Continue reading The Alternative
If photographs were memories, Of all those days gone by. In calm weather, was there a breeze, In night, was it blue the sky. But the breeze did once exist And the sky in the day was blue Clouded by all the fog and mist Those days now seem so few. It was all there – the sun, the rain And now the seasons seem to change All those thoughts come in as a train They are alien thoughts to a land strange. It seems like a sleep one wakes up from Flashes of love, Flashes of storm. Continue reading Clouded Memories
An eye for an eye, the captain guffawed Aye Aye – the rest, and took out their sword And twas’ the smell of roast chicken For it was finger-lickin, That was followed by a massacre on board. Continue reading Limerick – 1
I look at the clouds and I see nothing, The moonlight through the tress pictures no beauty, The words I write dont mean anything I do it all, because that seems to be my duty. A few more lines, and … Continue reading Poem about Nothing
“Life”, Many a bard have spoken of it They have spoken of people, and where they fit Some claimed Life is beautiful, its a dream They’ve spoken of love, and how in love, people gleam Some have written on poverty, and how life is unfair With the poor lies their sympathy, and the rich get a glare Life, some claim is no more than a biological process, Perhaps we are only pawns, In a gods game of chess. So, to hell with the philosophies of life, Live it out well – be it in strife or with your wife ! … Continue reading On the Philosophy of “Life” .. (Read Fundaes on Life)