Tag:Poetry

(Third Floor)A nonchalant company label,Atop the elevator panel reads“Committed to people flow.” I descend, to a lower level.Shoulders stoop, the diaphragm allows,Some discontent to uneasily...

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.

They say, 'Check on your dress' They say, 'Why showing that bra strap?' They say, 'Why you go after 9?' They say, 'How...

She squats by the well jet black hair knotted up tight sari bunched around her waist the small of her dark bare back...

In between your bare CHEST and torn CLOTH, I see a world of bleak innocence, Untouched by the greed of LITERACY and gaits of POWER. When your...

Not so long ago, I had to survive on a pittance In a shanty house, struggling for existence And you had no promises to make, no...

Oh railway station – How strange are you? How dual is your role You are source point as well as end point, People start their...

The yellow glow of the chrome lamp, Softened the contrast on her delicate face, A tiny wisp of smile brought her cute dimples, Where I longed to...