It is you…

-To my dearest-est Friend on her Birthday- I know An oeuvre of a divine author And an artisan of ingenious opuses   I know  A resolute sky, unwilling to pour down… And a reviving spring, reluctant to fall back…   I listen to A melodious solo of a moonlit night… And a zephyr of captivating […]

Ode to God – [Despina Karvounis (Guest poet)]

  When surrealism ceases to exist, and Crippling emotions are holding a mind captive, All arguments being exhausted, A void opens grand, ready to swallow me and me alone, A tiny atom in the vastness of the Universe rotating fast, In a vertigo of crowded solitude, on my own axis, I am, I stand alone. […]

“Can you see anything?”

…. he had put saliva on his eyes and laid his hands on him, he asked him, “Can you see anything?”  And the man looked up and said, “I can see chicken and they look like roasted and well served dishes on the dining table along with whisky for the Easter Sunday.”  He asked the chicken, “Can […]

Love in white

They were playing a drama right in front of my sight and I couldn’t resist except being a spectator of it. The so-called lovers in it exchanged red roses and symbolically the red hearts as well. (Google Image ) Somehow, it was quite boring. I stood up and shouted without knowing what I was yelling: […]

Observe while you travel

While you travel, the shift from Volvo to Public Transport is like a complete transformation from Romanticism to Realism. 😉   A travel to one of the Indian Metros last week reminded me one of my own writings.

Blessed are those who realise it…

The Almighty gifted man with a beautiful life. But, he could never realise it. 😦  It seems like: ‘Someone presented a wonderful book for an illiterate with a beautiful message in it which he could never grasp in his lifetime.’ 😦 But,  Blessed are those who realise this gift 🙂

Whom do you want to love?

“Whom do you want to love?” Me, the eccentric waif asked a lovely flower. “If there’s a beetle who returns to me even after knowing, there won’t be even an ounce of nectar left in that flower after it’s being brutally exploited by him.”  In the journey forward, I met a beetle and repeated the […]

Thanks to a nightingale

– To Dearest Despina –  It was just an ambitious bird once. Then, gradually, it was transformed into a migratory bird; perhaps the anarchy within moulded it thus. By the way, difficult was it to identify that: was it the wind that accompanied the bird or the bird that accompanied the wind? Anyhow, there sustained […]

FB

1. FB (for many at least) is nothing but a fisherman’s hope that the very next moment i’ll get a big fish. 2. It is the breast that gifted by a genorous mind to breastfeed man’s fantacies. Dedicated to the young who asked me a definition for the FB. Well, I didn’t get something different […]

A brothel within

Dear self, indulge yourself. I’ve built a brothel within, only for u.  Google image Hey self, repent now. Somewhere out there, someone has built a church, only for you.  Thus go in peace back to your brothel again and repeat these words 5 times a day that “I love my religion. I love my religion.”