Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Category: I think..
Indians are alive
Just when I almost gave up. Although, that’s a terribly arrogant statement to make, who was I to give up anyway. What did I ever do. I grew up thinking the country belonged to everyone, people who didn’t think so were in a minority…
The look of poetry
Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special…
Confessions of an alleged pessimist, accused of being disloyal
I would rather be a realist, with self-awareness and vision than a short-sighted optimist buoyed up by visions of grandeur that are, mostly, based on aggrandized caliber and misplaced confidence in skills one does not actually possess. Also, I beware of entities demanding “loyalty”,…
Renewal
I may no longer be young, But I can always be new Maybe I let you go Just to always have you It looks like a long drought But.. say, we don’t forget the dew… ID January 2020
It’s the end of time
It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly…
