Conversation between Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Pablo Neruda taking inspiration from the poems “ How do I love thee? “ and “ I do not love you…” Sonnet 16. I have used a quote or two from the poems. It's a very humble attempt Elizabeth Barrett...
In your calm eyes hazel brown, Mon amour! I wished to drown. You dwell in the firmament high, An outcast I am, I can't fly. No barriers will I ever break, Cause turbulence to soothe my heartache. My penned verses waft across seven...
“ The withered roses are an eyesore, cobwebs adorn the dusty vase,” his eyes darted eloquently with a hundred ‘whys’. “ Look at our photo frame shattered atop the fireplace frigid,” she pointed her finger with silent sighs. His sunken eyes encircled with...
I will kill my time, counting your grays, While you look at my bald head reflecting your wrinkled face, Together let's sing duet songs that hopelessly rhyme, Counting your grays, I will kill my time. The things I forget, you shall remember, Unlike our youthful days,...
𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 : 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩( 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 experimented 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘵a𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘶𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢) She held her still born child blue black, The quiet hamlet moaned a soft dirge, 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀. The...
Dear Krishna, Your eyes cast an enchanting spell, In those galaxies I revel, Oft lost in them, I, Radha, hopelessly wallow, It's your path I always follow, your heart would tell. In your absence long seem my days, Weaving your image my heart stays, I pine for the...
It's time to shift, yet again–to a new house, new city. I sort and pack clothes, books, and wrap the chinaware painstakingly, again and again, just the way I do everytime we shift. My mind knows the drill–like the sequenced dots and dashes of a morse code. And once...
our days seem numbered the fragrant past seems brighter my rusted brain seems too lost 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 *** the mourning dove coos i see swarming shadows mock my love! Will our...
The winter bird sang its last song, with tears my eyes 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲! The wafting fragrance from 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘳 now falters in 𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲! I've counted every last leaf of autumn as it swayed to its skeletal self, In the cups of intoxicating 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 your swirling...
Every night when all the lights cease, The darkness from the days fails to linger, To a dreamland I mirthfully embark, Traversing territories that reality flashed a stop, I lie down in the verdant meadows mellow, Forgetting the ramshackled roof that echoes, I...
The sky is enraged and serrated with winged birds of metal 𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, The streets yonder are tinged crimson with muted herds 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, With vengeance billows of smoke blow hither-thither 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀, The cracked windows converse with the tearing rooftops...
Dropped bombs blast, The city crumbles fast, With mangled bodies the air hums haunting dirges. A wounded mother sits still as her pain surges, Alas! Her breaths struggle–with death her life merges, Her suckling child smiling, seems at peace. Though the child...
Serene sunrays slowly stream, Wistful windows gloriously gleam, Migrant mind's thoughts tethered, Mindful monk solemnly sojourns, Soul stirs spirits swell, With wisdom distant dreams dock, Peace pervades with chiming chants. *** 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 :...
When peace crumbles into infinite shards, It's only words we can offer 'cause we are bards! Pen is our weapon, pen is our wand, With potent words we make the world understand. Words of angst condemning war, Words soft that soothe every scar, Words that ooze...
Every noon as the clock chimes three, She opens the canister of fragrant cardamom tea, Two spoonfuls she measures, one for him and one for her, And into a china kettle filled with water she gently stirs, She lets it simmer and switches on the tape recorder–their...
Every morning with the rise of dawn, She watches the sky second by second, Notes the changing hues Bronze Amber Orange Yellow –Oft staring in oblivion. During the day as her mother cooks, She listens to the different sounds; Peel Grate Dice Chop And then...
“Can we go to the beach?” Susie asked her teenage children. And they said; “We have homework to complete, Scheduled online meets, Tennis class at four, With our friends next door.” “Can we go to the beach?” Susie asked her husband. And he said; “The...
Deep in the woods of misty Kodai hills, I'll build a log cabin with airy windows, Betwixt the tall pine trees where 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨 trill, I'd lay in a hammock, watching passing moments slow. My eyes would wait for the 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙨 to bloom, as I patiently watch every...
In the bustling train during hours peak, Sounds several fill my mind, It is peace that I hopelessly seek, There isn't a spot where I can find. Women chit-chat, yap-yap-yap, Men discuss boring news, Crying babies on mommies’ laps, I hear ‘em all though I...
Once, in the confines of a crowded bus, She stood patiently, ignoring the evident fuss, The clouds outside were dark and gray, The ensuing events tormented her stay. Stray fingers brushed against her exposed skin, Sending shuddering shivers deep within, Her...
The treasured memories of all the places I visit, Soothe my tired mind that oft seems dim lit, The colors I see and the songs I hear– the grim reality, they tend to blur. One such memory seems deeply ingrained, It tugs at my heartstrings in ways unexplained....
Ah! The rosy days of childhood shimmer in colors prismatic, A period where mundane moments would seem dramatic, My mind oft wallowed in the realms of fantasy, As imagination took flight effortlessly. Fragile paper boats transformed to ornate ships, Around the...
Dear Younger Me, Amidst the booming cacophonous sounds that ring, Now I choose to hear the dulcet whispers of hope that sing, Pain and agony sometimes failures bring, But I create my own constellation like an iridescent starling. If darkness ever harps songs of...
I crochet dreams counting stars in the sky, Reminiscing grandma's tales of fantasy land, The grim reality, how I wish to defy. My eyes build ornate castles up so high, Surrounded by a lush garden looking so grand, I crochet dreams counting stars...
Nostalgia and Impermanence 𝗧𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰 : 𝗦𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗡𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮'𝘀 𝗘𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲( 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲) Fond nostalgia shimmers in the gilded sky, As I amble along counting my grays, Memories linger though moments may die. During times of yore, my dreams did fly, The mirth, fame-...