Poems

Rain is not the condensation of vapor from the skies, But a relief to a feverish state of existence. The water droplets awash more than the window panes, They cool…

Trapped in the depth-less vortex of his making,Man has cut off himself from the infinity –The grand cosmic architecture.A splendid aberration of his mental-machine. He has traded his freedom to…

She looked out in a serene gazeAt a group of people babbling,At a well-prepared outdoor rural party,Ruined by deep drenching, inundating showers. But was she really looking out?Her unruffled poise,…

The meaning of love could be found in stars,But one does not have to go that far;The value of love could be plumbed in thedepths of one’s soul,But one does…

He remained an aloof tower in my life, When I was looking for a father. But the flow of time of has washed my wounds And now I miss his…

Deep urge seeking help of courage, Blending effort with undefined purpose, Galvanizing nerves and intellect, Beckoning us to work, The unknown creed, Without reward or acclaim, To fulfill the nameless…

Out of flesh, bones, and blood, Mixed with everyday experience, And held together by the glue of reason, Man’s intellect has grown into a spirit, With its rules and objectives,…

You ask me why do I keep my lonely ways. The nature in me longs to come out of the convoluted depths,To reconfigure my life, to enrich my mind.I am…

There is something about today I do not know:It is wildly quiescent, uneasily reposed;The air is heavy and light laboriously languid.My apparent malaise seems to have a deepWound supporting it…

Between the morning’s beckoningTo action to the evening ‘s relief at the survivalFrom the daylong wrestling with the worldLie corpses of a million dreams,Mutilated states of a billion half-dead hopes.The…