indian-authors

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.

When it's possible for you to dream, it's not impossible to achieve.

Cliché: "The MBA changed my life."What it really means: "A fantastic career, a great social life and a healthy bank balance...three of the things I had before I started the program.

In the business world, there is no gray. Either you are black, or you are white-washed.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

most of the timesit__ the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds...you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you left leaving my coffee scentless and my couch comfortless leaving upon my fingers the melting snow of you you left behind a calendar full of empty days and seasons full of aimless wanders leaving me alone with an armful of sunsets your reflection behind in every puddle your whispersupon every curtain your fragranceinside every petal you left your echoes in between the silence of my eyes Oh and how you leftleaving my sands footless and my shores songless leaving me with windows full of moistened moonlight nights and nightsof only a half-warmed soul and when you left... you left behind a lifetime of moments untouched the light of a million starsunshed and when you left you somehowleft my poem...unfinished. (Published in Taj Mahal Review Vol.11Number 1 June 2012)

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

We need a spark to lit a fire inside us. A spark is an inspiration to make art, a fear to find courage, and a pain to provoke strength. A spark is unplanned and unexpected incident that happens in the middle of your ordinary life. After that, it leaves a fire burning in your heart. A fire to achieve, a fire that will keep you going!