The Oak

Dull brown soil and sequestered landing, Wherein a proud oak has been  standing, Green leaves and lusciously branched. The sight has the beauty of barren land enhanced, Its' leaves guard against fungi and insects, Its' acorns contain tannins in its' inlets, They shed leaves only in spring, Like a yellow mane swinging on a swing, Despite having abundance …

An Idle hour

Asking again what am l doing ? Wonder of it will never be ceasing, I am doing nothing, Leaving aside everything. because Nothingness is the motto now , Nothingness is making me wow, Study study study and work work work, Every single hour is being harked, Tone has become of monotony, Which is a total …

Sitting with my mother

I, sitting with my mother, Contemplating about my other half better, I like this lad to bones, But my family detests his like they have horns, We are vegetarians, non-drinkers, and do not smoke, His is exactly opposite that is what has been a big choke, My father is apprehensive about their lazy ways, Though …

One Fine Sunny Day

It was a fine sunny day, And I travelled through a fine curved way, To meet him for the first time, And it was the first time that my heart finally chimed, He was unique and not like the others, A dashing dapper lad with wide shoulders, His way of talking attracted me, Ensnared me …

Dilemma

Readers, this poem is an allegory. I wrote it when I was vacillating in taking a decision. The poem is about travails I go through finalizing that decision.   On a lonely cliff in the middle of nowhere, A lady lived in an abysmal hut somewhere, With crooked posture, lilting gate and beads of a …

At the age of sixteen years

Readers, I have written this a long time ago but whenever I revisit it, it refreshes my memory of me being sixteen years. At the age of sixteen years, I searched innocence everywhere,  In the town and the countryside,  Where people with myriad faces reside,  At city town or village wherever I resided,  On asking motley myriad …