Black sea of darknessDusky sky of nightSilent hour of witchingWhere the moon shines bright.Twinkling ball of fireBlinking star of nightCosmic wonders of spaceWinking down at me.Uninterrupted beams of lightRefracted glass of windowFiltered night of starry skyAnd my eyes will not shut.Shining crescent of moonAmongst black of nightOne star of twilightGuiding me to sleep.
Story Mirror
Read my poem, “because of you, an appreciation poem for our soldiers https://storymirror.com/read/english/poem/because-of-you/vd476nok
On the run
I sat on the couch, with absolutely no intention of moving from it. My head lay on the armrest and my legs sprawled over the narrow space of the cushion. My eyes were closed, my mouth was open and piano was playing on the cassette. The fire crackled and everything was quiet and peaceful. I listened to the sweet notes of Beethoven’s 5th symphony, and nodded my head along. Today was perfect and beautiful, and I had no intention of doing anything else. Suddenly the door burst open. Standing there was a little girl in the pale white night suit […]
Inkan
Staring at the stars. Not at the ground, not right in front of her, but at the stars. Looking at each one wink at her glittering with pale gold light and looking down upon her as a mother would a child. The pride that shone through. The only ones who could light up the night sky by themselves, not by reflecting the sun’s light, but shimmering and sparkling as independent celestial beings upon planet earth. All these thoughts ran through her as she sat there, staring. She was deaf to the inpatient calling of her mother. She couldn’t smell the […]
Window Frost
Blinking eyes at twilight see the windowSlowly fog.The lights of the night cityDisappearing.For those same eyes wake upTo no sunStreaming through the window.But frosted glassIcy and wet.Delicate beads of water condensedClinging together.Till little fingers meltIt on the windowsDrawing smiles and trees and curlicues.Water now slowly dripping downIn small rivers.And she sees the worldIn streams of frost and glassAnd she watches the sunBreak through the cloudsAnd melt the frost away.And then begins the waitFor frosted glassOnce again.
Doors (whispers)
She could feel the whisperingAnd the shivers that slowly crept up her spineIts icy tendrils were only so far awayScreaming for her to be imprisonedBeneath suffocating pressure like the rest So, she ran through the darkPounding feet against the stone floorUntil finallyShe sees saw a door looming far awayDimly lit by two flickering candlesHovering above the floorIlluminating the brown wooden doorGlowing, beckoning to come throughSo, she wrenches open the door and throws herselfInto a room of just more blackBut she can hear the whispering. So, she runsUntil finallyShe sees another doorBegging her to rip off it off its hingests wingsAnd […]
Hallucination
We walk in unisonOur arms swinging by our side, hand in handWe laugh and we smileShe runs along the road, and I sprint behindShe stops for the incomingWho walk past like she’s invisibleStepping on her feet, knocking her downLike they cannot see herCan’t see her head of brown curlsCan’t see her stick-thin bodyCan’t see her large amber eyesThat stare only at me as everyone trudges aheadAnd when they all leaveShe runs back into my armsWhispering about how the only eyes she cares about Is mineAnd she is only special to meSo, we walk in unisonAnd I shield her from the rest […]
Fire
It was tiny.Just a spark,A dancing tongue of red and yellow,And all the colors in betweenIt crackles and snapsOnce hereNow thereFlickering with the change of wind.It lit the light for humans,Sparkling, not only an infernoBut a trail blazeSparking rebellionA tool used for warSelf-destructionAnd more.Once a mere lampCasting shadows on the wallOnce only a light sourceWhich Shere Khan detested.Once a feasterDevouring landscapesOnce a source of warmthFor the frozen toesOn wintery nightsWhen the wind was low And the trees creakWe’d call for its protectionOnce again.Comforted by its warmth And lightAnd it staysLicking the skyReaching outWith its flamesTowards spaceWhere its ever-changing formIs welcomeFound in the […]
The song of the tree
Her branches quiverSoft leaves floating on the running windSlivers of sunlight scatteredI sit at her feetRough roots that vein through the dirtI wait for her songSlow and unsure at firstA soft tune with cracking notesAs she sways to her own beatThe birds fly to listenAnd she sings louderThe river roaring by her sideMy head resting on her cut dead familyTears stream through her broken wordsRinging cold and trueThrough the rocky party of forbidden woodsAs the flowers open to sad musicAnd it is goneThe forest hangs in silenceAnd I sit at her feetWaiting for her song.Can you hear it?
Scholastic Writing Awards
In 2016, I won 2nd Runner up at the Scholastic Writing Awards. You can visit the site here https://scholastic.co.in/en/articles/scholastic-writing-awards-2015-16-results#.XvgwFLYmE_U.link
Bow Seat Ocean Awareness
The Bow Seat Ocean Awareness is an international competition to raise awareness about our climate and changing oceans. I won an honorable mention for my poem “The Ocean Dreams”
