So when did I learn that everyone born has to die someday I don’t know, must be quite young I don’t remember ever not knowing that fact When my paternal grandma died I was very young, I remember it…. but don’t recollect how I felt back then But I remember a few words from my Dad’s letter He was abroad and could not make the … Continue reading Understanding Death – Poem 8 – National Poetry Month

A hand full of colors, even one color will do But it should not be the one in which I see the world A hand full of colors, that can resonate with the truth my colorless mind wishes to display A hand full of colors, that will tell me stories in languages painted by the human heart A hand full of colors, that fly up in … Continue reading A Hand Full Of Colors – Poem#6 – National Poetry Month

The shoe shop always had the same size shoes kept together as if the people who come to buy all have feet that are the same size how silly… I know why they do it… the mainstream walks balanced, so they believe….. but I am not part of the mainstream, My imbalance is what keeps the spice Raises the bar and even moves the world…. … Continue reading Mainstream Imbalance – Poem#5 – National Poetry Month

For me to write something I would first need to accept that I know nothing And then slowly I should let myself free and just wait, and wait and wait Sometimes this can go on for a long time Hours, days or months or years I do have many dried pens in my shelf But then over time you realize that writing a poem just … Continue reading Poetically Complete – Poem#4 – National Poetry Month

I have planted a rose by that same corner the same corner that you can see if you ever open your green window…. Well; to be honest ‘planted’ would not be the right word I have ‘buried’ a rose by that same corner I had removed the petals very carefully and had the stem laid down neatly I used the thorn to drop a few of … Continue reading Green Shut Windows – Poem 3 – National Poetry Month 2015