Thursday, October 13, 2016


Day-12 #OCTPOWRIMO2016

In the 
flavored evenings
When strong gusty wind
Rocks the boat 
of faith.
A dormant resilience
from the ashes
Breaking the woes 
Into an abyss, of nothingness.

LIVELY PERSONA (Double Acrostic)


Living in a  coerced shell
Inhaling, a life of a bottled jinni
Victory was just a leitmotiv 
Enduring the angst against fate
Love knocked on her thorny whorl
Yearning a new dawn of joy.

Poetry built a rapport with kinship
Everything felt like a dreamy smile
Rosy dreams embraced the dreamer
Serenading her in the swelling delights
Overflowed happiness from a roaring inferno
Never was life such a heave
Amidst the heartbreaking pitfalls rose a soaring Madonna.



The discovery of oneself
Unfolds many possibilities.
With his chin held high
Gaining small victories
Paves a path of sublimity
Man moves ahead with certainty.

There are many avenues
Lined with rough patches
Life take turns in mystical ways.
A paper soaked in ink
Can be somebody's downfall
And, in a given moment, can move mountains.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Mind Games (Cascade)

Day-9 #OCTPOWRIMO2016#

                                                                  Image from google.

Those feelings of loneliness,
      Break the heart into pieces
            When the sun goes down.

             Spiraling through the motions,
      Different shades of fear attack
Those feelings of loneliness.

Sometimes, courage do fail
     In that moment, when the world, 
            Break the heart into pieces.

           How brave the soul is!
    With passionate strength, it breathes again,
When the sun goes down.

Monday, October 10, 2016

The Obstacles


Cruising through the journey
Life weaves a web of remorse,
Every force a tempting destiny,
Challenging the lucid course.

The mind does wanders,
Through the porous blunders
Dodging every pain lucidly
We embrace life wholeheartedly.

Childhood Delights


On dark winter morning,
When the birds go flying,
The tongue felt searching,
With a feverish urge of wanting.

Many times the delightful flavour,
Caused the heart to flutter,
On dark winter morning,
When the birds go flying.

How delightful were those days!
The enjoyable taste of deep fries,
Satiated the palate growling,
The tongue felt searching,
With feverish urge of wanting.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Promised Dreams