Poems

Dear poets

Dear poets

//Dear poets// Dear poets, I know you have spent endless nights, despondently staring into voidness, With mind full of poems and proses. Hearing echo of dead poems being recited, Yet sleeping with blank pages. I know there have been times When you cried over your ink-smeared paper, Rhyming words for your loved ones, I know …

Demise of Love

//Love// Sometimes love happens, In a bus full of strangers, Or a room full of art, Or the queue outside the ATM, Or in poetry events, It happens. It starts with a stare. Sometimes love happens, Beyond religions, Between orange and green, In a barrier free land, Of  red sky and blue grass, Of the …