At the confluence of two mighty rivers, Stands a city tall and proud. With roots steeped in ancient India It struggles to embrace today. The fort on the river bears testimony To the battles fought It stands in derelict neglect by the river Saluting the bygone. Sentinel-like the Akshayavat spreads …

  To my martyred father, my proudest salute I shall not shed a tear, will not cry; I am resolute. To my aggrieved and widowed Mother I say,   “Mother, wipe your tears. Do not cry. Nay! Hold your head high and keep walking on tall My Father died defending …

  She had lived in the shadows for far too long, It was time to emerge out, confident & strong.   It was time for a change, in herself & her world, Time to become a woman; from just a wee girl.   The time was right to wrest control …

It sneaks up on me in the silence of the night Although I try to ward it off with all my might But its tentacles dig in, plant their seeds deep O at its invasion my insomniac soul does weep. For I know that there goes another night’s rest Some …

She walks around the ceremonial fire In all her finery, in her wedding attire. Eyes downcast, hooded, shy and coy Shining with & yet hiding her desire.   Demurely yet assuredly, behind the boy She walks, her sadness tinged with joy. Bedecked in gold jewels, attired in yellow Do unbidden …

‘If only,’ I muse staring at nothing My conscience pricking, gnawing, Clutching at my remorseful heart Beating to torturous reminders.   The dark shadows of the past intrude, They creep up silently to my present They overwhelm, threaten to engulf Me in emotions that I have held at bay   …

Steal the quiet of the Star-spangled night; borrow the calm of the gently lapping sea Let the breeze billow through the trees. Sit; inhale the serenity of the predawn. Let it seep in though the pores of your skin let it run in your veins like a crimson tide, Swashing, …

Teetering on the brink of my rim fringed with curling lashes, Dissonant they wait tentatively seeking permission to flow. Perhaps the shadows of the past intrude, impinge on today? Creeping up in weak moments they lay siege on my heart.   My sodden lids bear the brunt of the sorrowful …

On a road oft traveled, the one that leads to something We all traverse, trudging on, plodding on in anticipation That it will lead us somewhere, to an end that is coveted. We walk, at times alone and single, at others with a mate Who in sickness and in health …

It echoes, it reverberates; the music; Unmindful I dance, in a tantric trance. Letting out frustration and all my angst As if one; I and my shadow romance.   We thump the floor, we ebb and flow Like a rowdy tide, crashing to shore. We gyrate, we undulate, all together …