Like a predator from the dark alleys of doubts It over shadows my moments of self worthiness For joy is nothing but a momentary lapse of good sense And it fades away with the curse of unhappiness There always remained an old city buried beneath this urban landscape You could live up the dream for… Continue reading The Curse
The daily prompt threw this question at me , just about the time when I was turning a year older. So here’s what I think… Re-reading your favourite book a billionth time Or fitting into the good ole jeans some years down the line Memories captured in wornout photographs that no facebook album can replace… Continue reading What gets better with age?
I had this charming collection of poems They were about silver speckled fantasy I used to keep them hidden under my pillow And never let anybody see I left them behind with the excess baggage As I moved to another city Now I write about how things really are And how I would want them… Continue reading Repartee