“as a child he never plucked the wings off flies
he didn’t tie tin cans to cats’ tails
or lock beetles in matchboxes
or stomp anthills
he grew up
and all those things were done to him
I was at his bedside when he died
he said read me a poem
about the sun and the sea
about nuclear reactors and satellites
about the greatness of humanity” — Nazim Hikmet




His words like blade

Cut the souls in halves-

The tyrant-

Her vengeful eyes

Promise eternal darkness-

The despot-

So perfect they are

In letting loose hell-

I leave them alone to rot-

Somewhere children are snatched away-

Somewhere medical students are fasting till death-

Gandhi walked this path,

So did Mandela-

And some others are doing it

Beyond our knowledge-

Humanity is greatness itself-

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Greatness (in honor of Nelson Mandela International Day) @ Poets United






That city has gobbled up

the geyser of fireflies that rose

from the heart of night,

dancing in tandem with them-


in each of its breath

come out a cremation ground

and a graveyard

dancing in tandem-


that city has a usual sunrise-

birds sing and take to their wings routinely-

children hopscotch on pavement before boarding the yellow bus-

life dances


As if there is nothing to fear…..


Posted for my prompt ~ City @ Poets United Midweek Motif

Lady Liberty


Her words liberty-dance

in my cells

tearing away that grief bar-

my cells trill,

and sing

in praise of her-

She was a ‘black ocean,

leaping and wide’

while her breakers crashed into froths,

into a daybreak did her hopes ‘spring high’-

She whispered to my cells

to write

She lit grit in my heart

to write

She wove joy into my soul

to write-

to me

She Is Lady Liberty

A Phenomenal Woman

Is She



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Lady Liberty @ Poets United

When I think About Myself


How many ‘selves’ live within

I cannot tell-

Thinking of its great might

When I needed to wear black

I sported white

And that was enough to make

My life a hell-


And in my hell house

I home décor my face-

I let from the hearth rise the warmest smile

Hiding the icy freckles of blues

In style

And this little mask is enough to give

My life a little ‘grace’-


So this ‘graceful’ life

Is now a silent space,

Noiseless word and a quiet breeze

Trying hard to exist and flow,

It strives to unfreeze

Dark, ruthless time

To just keep pace-


Posted for my prompt ~ When I Think About myself @ Poets United Midweek Motif



I lust

for the cluster of luscious words


from this vine of life-

a little

beyond my reach-

I shall wear myself out

to leap at them-

let me fall short a million times-

I will not forsake this vine

and live close to it

till the day

they fall on their own

into my soul-



Posted for my prompt Lust @ Poets United Midweek Motif

Life Lessons


“All existence across space and time is considered as the same Oneness (Monism)”— Advaita Vedanta



You are the chosen one

to have come across the truth

what lies before you

is nothing but God-

He/She/It whatever be there

is God:

this sunrise today or the sundown

is That Being-

this warm breakfast, the plate, the eater

is That Being-

word-both holy and cuss is nothing

but That Being-

you want to touch Him/ Her/ It?

Go to an orchard-

feel Him under your feet as soil, grass, granules-

hold the freshly plucked red pomegranate

cut it open-

(He/ She/ It is the knife too)

feel how That Being has hidden Self

in each soft red pulp

only to be in your mouth

or in the mouths of other beings

out of love

to appease great hunger-


He/ She/ It

Is the poem, the poet and the reader too…….


Posted for Poetics: Life Lessons @ dVerse hosted by Mish

Poetic Justice


We are the people of Stupidity Street*

for us remains: a blind sky

a blanket of rheumy air

a few dead sparrows

a scarecrow in a desert

and sighs

of poets

*I used the title ‘Stupidity Street’ of Ralph Hodgson’s poem here.

(an old poem I chose to post today)

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United