• Shadows in a Mirror—A Poem on Farewell and Reflection
    Poetry

    Shadows in a Mirror

    As the morning dewRolled down the blade of grassAnd the rays of the morning sunBegan to embrace the dawn mother A muffled footstep echoed down the hallSlowly walking away from the centre of it allHands in his coat and a gait that was slowHe stepped out in the morning glow As his eyes flickered acrossTo the post of steelAnd the lonely figureLying on top of the wheel A smile struck across his face andHe increased his paceThe memories became a collageOnly for him to find it a mirage As he gazed up at the skyHe saw a cloud that was blackAnd the raindrops fell downA drizzle down his cheek He…

  • 2 AM—A Poem of Haunting Memory and Loss
    Poetry

    2 AM

    In the wee hourComing out of a barDown an alley of hazeI saw a face I checked my watchAnd struck a matchFor it was too coldAnd I was not so bold Still I ventured forthNot knowing that it was the fourthThe fatal step was takenOn a promise that should not have been broken Trudging along ever more drearilyWanting to see that face clearlyI had gone too deep into the mazeBefore realizing the folly of my ways It was no longer mistyAnd the path that lay before me wasn’t twistyYet my eyes glistenedWhen I saw what the moon emblazoned Yonder the graves had grown greenPainting a ghastly sceneI saw the name…

  • Life,  Musings

    On Gratitude – Part 1

    Beware the ides of March So said a soothsayer in Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar. While that quote remains in most people’s minds, it is what Caesar replied with, that stayed in mine. He is a dreamer; let us leave him It was January 2015, the first time I saw multitudes of comics on stage as part of an event organised by Times of India. I knew of only one amongst those comics and that too in a completely different avatar. I loved what I watched that day. All but one (an interesting story for another day) succeeded that day in getting consistent laughs. Following that high, I pushed myself to…