Friday, March 13, 2015


Her lithe lissome figure
had flashed as a whip
and stirred all my senses ablaze.

But one little turn and gone -
as a footnote in eye's varied page.

I pondered on a fact
that few of our sages have taught:
depending on angles of sight
a footnote is greater than a tome.

Monday, January 12, 2015


The city of love has fear in its air
and winter has bled dire red.
The cafes along banks now murmur in grief
as laughter with hatred is sheared.
Poised on the edges of unforeseen dread
Seine too has halted its waves.

But no more the silence of lambs to the blade!

Let petals of love now sharpen as steel
and blaze into fires that save
and multitude of free thinkers march
to the ruin of barbarian hordes.