Foray into the world of publishing
Reminiscence- A collection of haibuns
Why do we write? Is it to satiate our soul, to express the inexpressible, or to present some stories that we know can resonate with if not all, but definitely a few of the readers.
I remember vaguely, the day when holding my dad’s fingers, I visited this local bookstore…
FREE VERSE POETRY
A journey to the yesteryears
I opened my eyes, the minute rays of sunlight peeping through the hole in the window, rays of sunlight with minuscule dust particles floating,
I opened the half-closed door as the eyes took time to familiarise with the buzzing world,
as the brain still tried to remember what it dreamt last…
LI EDITORIAL AND GRATITUDE
To the humongous responses we received
“Uncommon poetic forms” is what I typed on a google search, sometime around July. Scrolling upon a plethora of results, my eyes chanced upon various poetic forms which have probably not been explored before, as much as they should be. That intrigued me. In a few days, I came across…
FREE VERSE
It all seems relatable?
Colourful blocks, red, green, blue, yellow,
differences intermingle to form structures,
alone they’re just a block, lonely perhaps, sad maybe,
but when they come together, clicking tightly to another,
someone different, those little blocks of differences create,
something that’s wonderful, something so gorgeous,
happily smiling, joyous, forgetting the differences of colour,
aiming towards a common goal, a…
FICTION
Does it have an email address?
To: Banyan.tree@BNYN001.com,
Near the roadside tea stall,
Opposite to the Erstwhile Zamindar house
ID:- BNYN001
Dear Banyan tree,
I always felt that we could connect, somehow or the other. Whenever I passed by your side, there was this numbing feeling of being watched over by a father figure. As if…
FREE VERSE
And an astronaut far away
As the sun rays gave way to the faded orange hue on the horizon,
a layer of dusk covering nature into its quilt of impending darkness,
I sit on the rooftop of my house, all alone, seeping in that moment,
that moment when suddenly the sky goes from almost dark to total darkness,
just…
INSPIRED FREE VERSE
To be not okay
It’s okay to feel sad, to be broken, to go through what you’re going through,
it’s okay to feel what you’re feeling, to let it engulf you for a moment but not overwhelm you completely,
it’s okay to cry, to pour the heart out while reading a book while watching…
FREE VERSE
Some words on sadness engulfing the soul
This is not a poem or a happy poem,
this a just a poem, with no theme, no specific direction,
a poem that doesn’t touch upon anything, any object, nature, happiness,
just that my hands were itching, itching to scribble something,
since long, because my mind’s blank, because work jumped upon me…
What does it mean?
MONOKU
A monsoon induced saturday
Old radio sings a sepia-esque tune, did my lips sync to that malhar?
A Monoku is a type of poem made up of a single horizontal line. Monoku emerged as an independent style of poetry in the 1970s. …
