The nip in the air is gone Sorry, the nip is very much here The enveloping cold Insulates me from the warmth And from love But it is tainted With toxic fumes. I sometimes wonder Will holding my breathe For a few seconds Every now and then Will stop this taint From spreading to my…
Gloom surround us With whorls of silence Waiting to envelope us In this depressive fall The silence that bonded us Is still not broken Not broken yet The sounds of this haunting silence Buzzes our ears Waking us from our dread And this unexpected slumber These rings of silence Long forgotten In our lost words…
This year began on a cold note, and I listen to the resolutions everyone quotes, A new beginning is waiting for me there, but I lack the excitement because you are not here. The winter continues to send shivers across, and I gather myself to overcome your loss. The icy weather coerces layers upon layers,…
The walls will turn more rusticThe designs will fade awayThe colours won’t last that longBut these memoriesOnly these memories shall remain! Major throwback to my travel escapade to City Palace, Jaipur.
The blossoms swayIn the spring windOr is it a breeze? For the spring has sprungCaressing the dancing leavesTeasing the twittering parrotsChasing the fireflies. The spring has sprungIlluminating the morningsWarming the daysAnd carrying the whiff of the jasminesInto the shimmering night!
The frigid wind is resting After a tiring winter But I’m afraid to bloom Fearing the return of the snow. I yearn to bloom Because spring is near The pollens are poking now and then Assuring me that it is time to bloom. The spring air caresses my petals Pecking me to open to, The…
The highways 🛣 of India have their own stories to shareTheir own cuisinesTheir roads are endless swathes of talesTaking notice of every human that walks by themChanging themAs these humans change the highways. Picture taken in 2017 at a local eatery en-route to Coorg, please travel responsibly and safely.
Till 2018, I had associated winters with a runny nose, a dry coughing throat and air that was too cold to get out. But in December 2018, I visited Dhanaulti and could finally understand why many people are so fond of the crisp winter air. You see, I misunderstood the dreaded winter air with the…
The blacks shimmer their velvety eleganceIn the winters,While the whites and the creams wonder,Why the skies and snow mimic us,Unaware that they are imitating the winter monochrome!
The cold chases meStalks like an obsessive loverCatching me off-guardWhile I try to relaxIn the holiday season It shrouds mewhen I’m least awareBites my bonesChilling my insides & outsidesMaking my skin crawlSending the shivers down my spineTill I weaponise myself with blanketsAnd a hot tea. Picture taken in 2018, please travel responsibly and safely.