Conversation in silence

There is so much of noise around me/ Here my speech fails me/ I am a pigmy/ The mighty world betrays what my mother taught me/ Don't lie, be polite, don't be greedy / My mother told me so many things/ Many lessons died while i grew up/ I am no more myself/ A poet never lies/ If she does, she grows into a monster.


We all are falling apart/ Sun is up there/ Reality is my dark skin.

Murder the time/ Before time slaughters us/ With all its fancy/ I can smell blood every moment/ Someone is waving his hands / I am sleeping in a raft/ a fish is sleeping on my chest.

Frogs cried that rainy night/The departed soul inhaled my smoke/My mother gave me this life/I shall return home with some sweets.

The world is empty, yet full/We don't know anything any more/ I feel sad looking at people/I am feeling unusually painful/ I feel sad even looking at a floating ballon.

The child and the angel (A story by Darshita, my 6-year-old niece)

Once upon a time there was a girl named Little Mermaid. She wanted to go to Mysore. She asked her father to take her to Mysore. But her father said no. Mermaid said why. Because I have no money for plane ticket. Then she went alone. She fell in a river and an Angel picked her up. Mermaid said thank you to Angel.

Bangalore Rains and Few Distorted Feelings (A Poem)

There are thousand suns/
A Million moons/
But, my earth is one/
The single raindrop is one/
The road wet in tears is one/
Leaves shivering in breeze stitches a life of unknown/
I am still there holding my pink umbrella under the pine groove of my plateau/
The paddy fields of untold stories/
Bursting and tearing apart what my innocence told me once/
Memories of my last wooden house on the tree top is what I carry with my sisters.