Sunday, July 14, 2019

Skinny waist, fat thoughts

Skinny little waist, chiseled face,
taut and toned muscles,
the hourglass shape
that never-ending list
of presumably the perfect figure.
One never really fits in,
does not qualify
on the scales of beauty.
The exquisiteness
of heart and soul,
largely overlooked.
That skin-deep concept
equally cosmeticized.
The various versions of beauty,
the uniqueness of our blemishes,
the imperfections of being human
wilting and withering
in the race of looking beautiful.
Wonderfully made,
inevitably flawed
yet masterpieces,
in their own respects,
every single one,
craving acceptance.
Beautiful, you are.
All of you,
what and who you are.
Just believe and be.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100words : Skinny 

Saturday, July 13, 2019


Loud chaotic din,
silenced by inward retreat,
that sacred zen space.

Linking with RonovanWrites 

Tuesday, July 2, 2019


Unlimited, infinite,
carefree wildflowers,
blooming in garden,
breathtakingly beautiful,
incredibly awesome.
Calm in chaos.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Friday, June 28, 2019


These poems are simply
a hesitating attempt,
to define the
sheer seduction
and pure bewilderment
of the abstract,
(the fresh crisp winds,
the gold floating on rivulets,
the crown glittering on Dhauladhars,
the soft covers of blue skies,
the flawless arch of rainbows,
the mesmerizing cadence of life,
this palette encompassing every hue);
of intangible perceptions;
a modest effort at most,
to capture the essence,
of raw beauty
in these instantaneous transliterations;
random lyrical expressions,
couple of words juxtaposed,
in proper meteric form,
to allow a basic rhythmic structure.
Oh! These poems are
nothing but
the words flowing,
creating puddles of melodies,
in the faint hope that someday
birdsongs will breath life in them.