“The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” -Shakespeare, Julius Caesar From time immemorial man has tried To make some sense of this world wide Life operates in ways quite mysterious It’s machinations make human beings curious When scientific inquiry fails to provide Answers; scienceContinue reading “The fault lies not in our stars…”
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Bibliobibuli (those who read too much)
“Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable sensations.” Vladimir Nabokov As a sensitive, impressionable kindergartner Learning alphabets and words I did suffer Slowly and painstakingly, once I had gained Mastery over the printed word, my developing brain Found nothing more fascinating than books- I learnt to read hidden inContinue reading “Bibliobibuli (those who read too much)”
Appreciating Art
“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” -Claude Monet I had always admired art from a distance In my life it appeared to have little relevance Comprehension of art seemed beyond me An artist’s viewpoint I could never see AsContinue reading “Appreciating Art”
Solitude, not loneliness
The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself. -Michel de Montaine Two words that the same physical state define Reflecting two separate paths that cannot align- Loneliness and solitude- both depict an unaccompanied state But the difference in connotation between them is great Loneliness is a word thatContinue reading “Solitude, not loneliness”
It’s in my DNA
Blessed are Mendel, Watson and Crick All those who discovered one big trick- That our characteristics and behavior any day Can be blamed on our genes and DNA.. From obvious physical traits and maladies rare To an optimistic disposition- nothing is spared From the influence of the mighty double strand All quirks of human body seem to stand SubservientContinue reading “It’s in my DNA”
The Pluviophile
Pluviophile: a lover of rain;someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days I love the rain, clichéd though it might sound The sound of raindrops falling on the ground Dotting my windowpane, following a rhythm of their own Keeping me company as I sit indoors alone It’s not that getting soaked inContinue reading “The Pluviophile”
Run, run, run…
Run, my dear, run!! I know the day has just begun But it will be over before you know You might not have anything to show For all those hours, think of the guilt Gnawing at you as you duck under the quilt That there is so much more left to do Being productive isContinue reading “Run, run, run…”
Waiting at the doctor’s office
Sitting in the waiting room, impatiently I Watch the medical staff go milling by The tables are turned, the other side I am on Vulnerable I feel; like my patients, I reckon Fidgeting in my seat, anxious to be seen Upset about the wait, thinking I could have been Far more productive if away fromContinue reading “Waiting at the doctor’s office”
The Lure of Travel
Traveling-it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. – Ibn Batuta The first stirrings of impatience are starting to grow Within me, making me restless, and I fully know Why this is happening-grounded I have been For longer than usual, therefore I am keen To spread my proverbial wings and fly away From theContinue reading “The Lure of Travel”
What’s in a name?
This poem is for all folks with difficult and unique names that are mispronounced and misspelt, and those immigrants whose names are distorted I saw it, I heard it yet again Mutilated, distorted, bent Once more I winced in pain Though it was all inadvertent My name- of my identity the bearer Carelessly tossed on tonguesContinue reading “What’s in a name?”
Family Lore
“We are all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.” Unknown Languishing at my parents’ home on a spring afternoon Praying the schizophrenic weather would end soon I rummaged through the attic, damp and cold, Risking illness by coming in contact with mold Searching for inspiration in objects hidden In the folds ofContinue reading “Family Lore”
Desert
A desert is a place without expectation. NADINE GORDIMER, Telling Times Stark, limitless, unforgiving Harsh, austere, terrorizing Marked by crystal silence Life declaring its presence In the form of skeletons preserved Under the undulating dunes submerged Sand stretched out in myriad shades Interrupted by a few random blades Of burnt grass, or a solitary tree TheContinue reading “Desert”
Passion...unbridled 