Category: Poems

Free verse and quiet poems — in English and Hindi — on love, longing, loss, and the slow work of healing.

  • Fate and Art

    We are the masters of our fate,
    and of our art.

  • Same Day and Same Time

    A season of colour and love,
    time beading every moment with it;
    some faces are a crowd now,
    but still travelling in the time of the mind —
    just like flowing water through a pipe,
    I am ceasing my every dime,
    close to heart and life:
    the same day, and the same time.

  • Day of Night

    How do I handle this fear,
    that trims away a part with every tear?
    How do I cross my mind,
    when I am swimming in a sea of time?

    How do I come to know myself,
    when I know I am lost within?
    How do I show my past —
    just the pieces of a broken heart?

    What should I write about life,
    when all I know is that it moves on?
    What should I try to forget,
    when I have seen myself become a past?

    Should I believe what I have seen,
    or shall I try to live my own?
    Should I mourn every day,
    or bewilder my thoughts one night?
    Should I note everything down,
    or shall I forgive, and forget?
    Or… should I just be doing it?

  • Jealous of Your Smile

    Nature is jealous of your smile,
    the sky is blind to see your shine,
    the wind is bound to drive your hair,
    and time is flowing slowly —
    just to keep your smile.

  • To Be or Not to Be

    I would rather cross my mind,
    and travel, alone, all of mine;
    or behead my day, so full of head,
    and, a day or more, live my life…

    I carry all my deeds,
    and the beads of my hate;
    I whisper words of shed,
    and expect my own side…

    To the lonely night and day,
    I dare to love once again;
    travelling all myself, an unknown way,
    I recall some of the lost rain.

    It is turning to summer, for a change,
    and I glance back for a familiar face;
    but I witness myself in a crime of dilemma:
    to be, or not to be, a part of this life again…

  • Wish to Wish

    I wish to wish you every coming year with a smile on your face.
    I wish to wish you every day full of happiness and joy.
    I wish to wish that, every time, you get what you deserve in life.
    I wish to wish that I could hold your tears with my smile.
    I wish to wish you everything that I may bring into your life.

    Just in return, I wish for your smile —
    the one that makes me happy, all the time.

  • When I Feel

    I don’t love just to fill my emptiness;
    I love when I feel.

  • Being a Time

    For a while, being a time,
    I try remembering myself —
    my will, my words,
    my pain, and a world of happiness and sorrow;
    and, for a time, being myself.

  • Colourful Night

    Like a night full of light,
    scattered raindrops all over;
    a skeptic moon under a dark cloud,
    and a breeze of wind over my skin.

    A fallen-apart rain of hope,
    running short of you;
    though whispering, alone, at night —
    through the end, we reach the start.

    From the far sky, I see a ray:
    a moment of life,
    a second of joy,
    and the hope of the new;
    artistically playing a game of hide-and-seek —
    sometimes my dreams,
    and the queen of the night: you, the moon.

    A long way to go, still, to reach;
    but beauty lies everywhere I go,
    hidden beneath the clouds, or in your shine;
    and I see you, laughing at me, and at my lonely night — with you, or without.

  • Wish I…

    I just wish, sometimes —
    wish I could only hope,
    wish I could only believe,
    wish I could only see thee,
    wish I could only love,
    wish I could only help,
    wish I could only walk,
    holding one familiar hand of my life: my childhood.

    Wish — when I wished for everything, and I had it;
    wish to be back when time was innocent;
    wish when the sky was an endless beauty;
    wish when the moon was my friend;
    wish when I had nothing, but my peace;
    wish when I had the courage to dream;
    wish when broken houses were only card games;
    wish — I could wish, now.