21/365 – Some Day

They tell today is not the dayThey are not sure about tomorrowSome day they say ‘so what do I do’ I ask‘wait’ they say‘wait.. wait.. wait’they repeat ‘wait for what’ I askthey are silent…‘wait for life’ or ‘wait for death‘I ask them and they say nothing By now I am frustratedI can’t wait no moreI tell them I am humanthat I have emotions They screen … Continue reading 21/365 – Some Day

On Freedom and Life on Earth

There was something so profound I read a few days back.. “Freedom… is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey” This is a line from Chinese American poet Bei Dao’s poem Accomplices. I read the line in Ocean Vuong’s debut novel from 2019 “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” I heard Ocean Vuong speak at NPR’s Fresh Air a few months back where … Continue reading On Freedom and Life on Earth

17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry

The Little poem was scared…..All the long and famous poems were buriedThere were bombs and missiles flying aroundIt was dark and it was cold… There were flashes during which the poem read itself.It was little, small, naive..there was no depth in it..it thought… It was not the only little poem..there were others like it..They played by sliding on every penthey even played hide and seek … Continue reading 17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry

14/365 Another day to remind me | Poetry

It is almost 1:30 AM in the morningYesterday was my BirthdayI turned an year older yesterday. Well that is is not right, I just turned a day older yesterdayBut a whole year came piling on me one single dayYou know the feeling, I don’t need to tell you. What does that mean to me.Getting olderHaving less time to liveKnowing you are closer to leaving your … Continue reading 14/365 Another day to remind me | Poetry

13/365 I wanted to Write – Poetry

Today I wanted to writeNothing stops me… I knowIt was just a day like any other dayBut today I wanted to write. So many days go byand we never write about itWill writing about somethingmake you remember it better ? Why should we remember ?What is the point in remembering ?remembering something that you cannot get againlost is lost is lost is lost…. is lost…. We … Continue reading 13/365 I wanted to Write – Poetry

6/365 – No right Time

There is no right time to write a poemit is 11pm where I liveI have had some irish wiskeyI just watched a moviea movie about women powerit is international women’s day tomorrowthen I listened to some old hindi songsI watched bollywood yesteryearsI felt sadthat Guru Dutt died so young..He was 39 I am in my bed..They say don’t use phonebefore you sleepbut I got to … Continue reading 6/365 – No right Time

5/365 The Lost one | Poetry

I am a lost person but I am not forgottennot yet…not by me at least  to be forgotten is also a blissunknown to everyone you ever knewyou float and no one asks whyeveryone floats in their own way some struggle more to stay afloat to let the flow take its course..life is always fair the one who drowns and the one who does not all die finallythat is … Continue reading 5/365 The Lost one | Poetry