Raucous fright spread as far, beasts of
jungle, lawmakers of land. What hell broke lose
without a prison wall being broken. A chant of greater mysteries revealed,
rests in mind both me and you. Why a sudden outpour of
rain or hail make a difference. Inebriated senses of our commonality,
is it true fact so far. Why a sense of new
direction offers excitement. Landscapes of human infirmity asked again a definite question. Do you still
have answer to this. Why it is being deniable to seek? Why?
I ask from same. A laughable applause, to
self. In each arise in volume, so does
I remember how my school librarians used to tell that they were
sitting outside in the sun during winters and I should notify upon
leaving. They used to have fond of me, the solitary being, who loved to
read. The fault obviously was in the books. The whole encyclopedic
section, I can remember even today, mesmerized me with beautiful
pictures and assorted information. When I look back, I find the forming
years are very surreal. It is like Bohr’s atomic model where everything
is certain and bounded in law and logic. As life grew on, I realized the
critical appreciation is necessary but the uncertainty principle
resulted in choosing books of more specific and valid interest,
languages and sciences.
The practicality of universe does not bother me and when I think of
Paulo’s remark from “The Alchemist”, “When you want something, all the universeconspires
in helping you to achieve it”, it makes me laugh. This fictional work
is perhaps my favorite among all authors but I happe…
I may not live at the best of the places but the nature shows its
merciful side to me in many forms and at times. Quoting Kashmir or
Himachal Pradesh would be an overstatement. I might have said it before,
may be in another blog or over a light conversation. My house, more
rightly of my parents, resides among the hills on one side like a
perfect suspense to the world on the other side and large fields on the
Watching sunrise is not only scientifically forbidden but also
that in Hindu religion, we observe it as the Sun God. Mostly far from
dawn, the earth catches its glow and I silently pass in a corridor with a
trepidation in my heart. The sunset is in the open horizon and sets in
beautiful hues of the whole spectrum. The moon again shows up near
nightfall slowly emerging back from the hills and the moment can surely
take one’s heart. Again it is quite religious so I observe it with a
feeling of reverence mostly. I try to give it notions of lifting of veil
The sky over me is cast with specks of horizontal thin clouds in all
directions emerging from a round blue sky over a hill, much like the
sunrays of the blue sun. I find from quite some months, I have been
observing the beauty of nature more subtly than earlier. What could be
the reason. Yes, I started writing haiku few months back and it has
changed my world of metaphors, free verse, prose intellectualism and
It could well be a healing tool. The mind wanderlust can stop right
here because you can observe summer and winter solstice without being at
equator or hear the chirp of migratory birds without being to any
famous marshland or wetland reserve. All you need is to keep your words
within the syllable count of minimum 17 syllables and pour your heart
and mind in it. When you read out your outburst you can feel how much
connected you are with the nature. The deviation in life due to complex
worldly situation we learn through newspapers, t.v. or internet can
[Winning is not a question when you want to be a creative writer. Those who want to read and write, know this well. Following was one of my poem entries to Rædleafpoetry India 2013 Contest.]
Something cinders constantly in every phase, a season, an animal or a human body, a subject of commotion, who is playing a constant martyr to raise ashes. Between two involuted minds, dependent on each other, third eye opens, wisely, suspectibly, dispassionately, commission is on to locate it, under high-profile surveys. While their bodies prepare themselves in imperial rooms, decaying philharmonic smells lingers for quick retrieve, adorning newly furnished walls with proper awards. Mocking half-heartedly only, the later of martyr's life, rising from smoke, darken in light, his ashes are scattered, in valleys, where no survey could follow retracing steps.
A timid hand rests over my shoulder, of my classmate, I asked her so, her glasses rested on globe, if it changes to be designer, I got a reason to lend some support, or otherwise find myself in desolation. The side of her does not speaks to me since kid, there is not much to discuss, grilling my times with boys, pave to provide, asking for on forums, and help desks, since last she met viral flu, making her feeble. It is much time, to devote her a shrine, but she chose to be my dear, no, side, cannot call virus good and bonds made, seeing her pale face, a soft place in my heart, is due to reveal from sheets, I gave, she received.
Is this the summer fire that has enveloped the hill forest? It appears dull green.
In early frost, only the silhouette of various trees on the top brim of mountain seems to fill it.
My trips back in summer and some in rainy season suddenly run in flash before me.
These mountains from far entice me so much and always when I went, it would be soot covering
my clothes or mud. I do not know what it holds for me now.
The problems one face when writing poetry in free verse and also considering haiku writing are abundant. I have been writing free verse since 2011. My use of free verse represent flow of thoughts and less of imagery. There are also concepts and themes associated when writing poems in free verse which translated into various images when I ventured into haiku world.
When I started writing haiku as part of prompt given by Haiku Heights, I followed only 5-7-5 syllable route. It was easy for me to pen my poems in three lines though with efforts.
I came to know about more metrics of real haiku when I joined Facebook group "IN haiku" started by Ms. Kala Ramesh. My first poems in this group were:
signpost on square
I try not to look
cut noise further
I standing on bank of river
I used too many images, almost one in each line, overburdening it and leaving 80% on reader to interpret it!
Haiku is a Japanese poetry form in which using not more than two i…
This afternoon I heard as I woke up from nap a call by a knife sharpener riding on bicycle "get your knives and scissors sharpened." Turn of events were bad some weeks back. My friend at city called me to tell a murder in vicinity in broad daylight. Terrified I equally, how dissimilar world do I live, should I now adopt a veil for eluding to understand much. Studied together in city, fates were not sealed forever. She went for job while I married and settled in village. Today, I cannot share this story with others and at same time get my knives sharpened while I believe the latest update since last we met. Fatefully surrounded by more similar tools and my life without them cannot easily spend. Slowly and slowly so easily it went scraping off the uneasy parts of our bond and to erase off, what left not there, a plain thought. I have some knives still to get sharpened and better I am off till to the next neighbor he is stranded.
Before arrival of morning newspaper, I often get up to noise of dawn; adrak tea smearing somewhere. Unguided eye observes a ritual through ventilator of lower storey; ringing of mild bell reaches here. Signboards flash bright red, and street lights glow orange. The first sun rays strike sipping my morning tea in time as I brush up the dawn.
My two poetry books markedly show free verse. Below I am discussing how and why I inclined toward this form.
Straight From Life consists of poems partially rhythmic in nature but full of thoughts. Consistently it is the flow of thoughts that provided rhythm to poem and sometimes without intention it starts to rhythm with use of similar end syllables.
Extracts from poem "My Journey", one of poems in Straight from Life:
all my efforts I felt anchored, my
ship never sailed more than a mile. A
little silver lining over a sky, I
took my steps in weird world outside. Ways
were curious of this mankind, I
endeavor to carve a niche in this clime. I
honestly can tell I failed more than twice, I
hated myself for being inutile. In this poem, there is resonance in second line of each of two-line stanza. In this sense, it is in form x a, y a, z a form.
A second extract, "Problem" in Straight from Life:
river dry, hopes still lie on small cloud
floating above in sky t…
I started writing poetry in 2011. My intention was not to dabble in verses where rhythm and syllable are involved. There can be reasons behind writing poetry, not limited to expressing your feelings but widely many would claim it as a reason. Every mind has its own rational bend, it could be poetic in nature too.
I also started for same reason and most of times reasons came rushing to me widely based on state of human affairs. I choose free verse as a medium though as my thoughts flowed in my poetry, it became difficult for me to ignore slight rhythm to it. Thus, in some sense my first poetry book "Straight from Life" consists of work under uncategorized poetic form.
In my second work "Our Times," I still insisted on reasons behind various actions and emotions of human life and the effects we become interested in but I kept rhythm out of focus. This work is solely a free verse. Though I do not want to dwell on people reaction to my poems, I wanted to know about t…
In the corridors under the shade of your eyes, what bearings may draw on my heart. Last fullmoon night, your face shone like being accentuated, an uninterrupted thought let me had no sleep. How the day progressed without inkling, of very presence, of being near you. What new tidings it creates, unaware of which you may cast another spell. Let it be, if it meant to be fate where joys, sorrows, hopes and wishes interplay.
A lump in throat, a handful of kneaded dough, I threw on raised bank of river. Other weaver, sparrow and myna through branches of tree as they will glide will notice this trap and I will be long gone by. The last day an unnerving myna sat there and I took shot of half-flying wizard, blurring my snap. Today I shot their feed among them and with queer sense they flew away. Oblivion to events they may become in some time and as another passerby, morsel by morsel will divide the lump, the lump in my throat.
In fight of morality and ego, we lost, some precious gains of times gone by, some renewed terms of being positive, seeing better even in worse of conditions. Eyes see objective struggle of strong winds, ruthless suffering, presence of scars, decaying limbs, definition of human where best achieved, while contorted figures result as means of evolution. Where will we go in long term, being sensitive, to pain, struggle, comforts not limited local, ceaseless efforts to bring it wide, spread around, distinguish can be made but where are those minds. To think not above necessity, desperate to learn environs, need to bring only to surface where required, before the whole world may be grasped in milieu, also in total annihilation that results from roots.
I closed my doors to thunderous applause of clouds blackening the sky of its blue. Freshly grown palm bent to place where it could be cared a broken pot, I desired to surrender. I remembered ancient folks, warning signals my dog calmed by his dinner bounty in the flicker of scenery since cable was out. The sounds of falling lose hedges, of attic door, a store basket on shelf patiently drew on me black of night.
O, distant seeker! Let me reveal you, a fact. What you came for here, is hard. This place seems to enchant to stranger and me wholesomely, the foundation of which rubbing bones against stones lay. On its facade which is of glass, a proper choice I must say, I see myself as an ant. The trail of workers leaving a scent and for once form a collage with their dint.
My neighbor who is working with a social organization happen to
accompany me to sabzi mandi on last Saturday. Her husband usually does
this task but being out-of-station, she opted to accompany me.
Naturally, she does not knew anything about prices and even seasonal
vegetables. Cooking is just another activity for housewives but among
professionals who choose different lifestyle, it comes with exotic and
On the way, she consistently is asking me to
guide her through the purchases and not leave her at any vegetable
stand. It is my difficulty at this time because thinking about my
budget, I often take some usual vegetables such as potatoes, onions and
tomatoes from farmers sitting at the behind of the standing stalls which
themselves are bit pricey. I am wondering at this time, how I will be
able to convince her to buy from them as her husband would not have ever
visited them. One thing about men is no arguments and ease of service.
Women, however, l…
She is gathering her articles to go for a weekend meet for first time
tomorrow. She has just joined a blogging platform which calls for a
blogger meet once or twice every month. As she is new, she decides to go
in one so that she could mingle with other co-bloggers. Writing has
been her passion. All the day at home, she could fill at least her diary
with one of the anecdotes. It is not impossible for her to be a good
blogger. The blogger meet is on the topic “Women rights” under which
articles are invited for a renowned women rights’ organization, “Mithi.”
this going on, she also became part of a group which subsequently
resulted in friends’ request from co-bloggers, all women. Everyday, she
could log on to Facebook to see the latest updates by them after her
husband goes off to work. Her pen seems not so strong when it comes to
putting latest statuses. Her friends are quick and witted. They talked
about latest jewelry, fashion shows, relationships, queer topics re…
Do not run on dry sands of dessert
hearsay spread slowly, there is a way to do it
these hot winds are revolution in seeking
which you would not be able to stand
from untruth to truth.
Do not seek forbearance in foreign
customs will set slowly, your soul is already ruptured
these rules will defeat your purpose
which unable you for salvation you seek
from untruth to truth.
Spreads in innumerable branches when you escape
from tentacles of ethics, while seeking
a nourishment of soul undecided it lays in shadows
of truth. Decide which way is good, sticking to roots
from untruth to truth.
A dwarf incarnation when covered whole universe in three steps, Vamanadeva from Bali maharaja unstimulated the need for selfish motives and desires. Today we feed on fruits of non-violence plucking from branches of tree called Mahatma Gandhi in lack of whose wisdom Bharat was subdivided. First incursions in Indian state ended up with loot wealth and prisoners of war, greed later extended to lands and ruling power.
Today as principles are laid to fight anarchism over democracy where does Pakistan stop, not consider it a stoop. Go away, khakis in greenish brown and beret cap and show true worth of your valor in saving lives of your people and living civilly. If your guns are starting to get rust devise some new games to entertain yourself learning how to gauge between enemy and defensive soldiers in emerald brown and guns in place.
Are you scared of mere a sight on borders if not wall be raised, if raised marks anguish by people who have limited foresights and lack of horizon gives them pain and feeling …
बाया या सोन चिड़िया किकर के पेड़ पर, खाती है दाना, डर जाती हैं आवाज़ से, हरयाली घास का बिनती घोंसला, और खुश करती अपनी मधुर आवाज़ से। धीरे धीरे जाना उस राह से, और दे आना दाना कभी कभार, रहने देना घोंसला, तोड़ना मत, चिड़िया के बच्चे, छोटे छोटे रहते है अंदर।
Eyes closing heavily, feeling sleepy inside, open the eyes look the wonder through the window outside. Two parrots just flew on the horizon of sky, set your thoughts free, say this moment is my. Peaches are hanging from branches of a tree, nature has bestowed its beauty for you to see. Tulips are swaying in a garden below, each one is meant to bring your face a glow. To kiss the sky, kites are flying high, telling you this is the time to live and not to die.