This is called preparation with flying powder. The white dust rolls around to settle on me like gunpowder. The markings on my body point to a life statement that I cherish. There was a time so long back that I just wanted to perish. Today the firmness in me is such that mountains bow in …
Category Archives: Poems
I Got Some Space
Can you see me in that glittering white space suit flashing a smile? I don’t think you really know how good it feels to be so worthwhile. Do you see that ‘blue marble’ behind me with specks of white? You have always lived on it with the dream to someday fly over it like a …
In My Violin
I have to play that song that I still remember for so long, There’s something about it that has kept it going in me all along. I have been here playing my violin on the street everyday, Do stop and listen to my song sometime you are out on a holiday. I can tell you …
