तीर पर कैसे रुकू मैं आज लहरों में निमंत्रण! रात का अंतिम प्रहर है, झिलमिलतें हैं सितारे वक्ष पर युग बाहु बाँधे, मैं खड़ा सागर किनारे, वेग से बहता प्रभंजन केश पट मेरा उड़ाता, शून्य में भरता उदधि-उर की रहस्यमयी पुकारें; इन पुकरों की प्रतिध्वनि हो रही मेरे ह्रदय में, है प्रतिच्छायित जहाँ पर सिंधू [...]
Category Archives: Verse
Damn, you English language
The teacher claimed it was so plain, I only had to use my brain. She said the past of throw was threw, The past of grow - of course - was grew, So flew must be the past of fly, And now, my boy, your turn to try. But when I trew, I had no [...]
Melancholy Maiden
Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not see thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter; No thought of me shall find a place [...]
The Golden Gate - Vikram Seth
A bittersweet lovestory it's in verse of hope and sadness, jealousy and loss, of love which always has hateful obverse, set against the lovely Francisco canvas. Language at once both beautiful and wise set in the tetrameter's confines, a work as evocative as Monet, unflinching rhymes, and refreshing sonnet. Through joy and sorrow the characters [...]
Jabberwocky
How can anyone have the ignorance to presume that 'Alice in Wonderland' is a mere children story when Lewis Carrol has also given us Jabberwocky. A poem which is often hailed as the greatest nonsense poem ever written and which probably holds the record for the most number of new words introduced into the language [...]
I was reading 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol'. A few lines worth sharing: Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their [...]
Foggy and Gloomy
Wilde once said that all bad poetry is a result of honest emotions. Well... at least my poetry is bad... it's in fact verse! I wonder what to write on in times of such distress, with gloomy days and foggy nights solitude lone buttress. Specters rise in ghostly dance from all engulfing mist, I raise [...]
Anand
In one of the most poignant scenes in Bollywood history, a hyperventilating Rajesh Khanna says to a massively worried Amitabh Bachchan, 'जो खत्म हो रहा है वो शरीर है।' (That which is ending is the body) and follows it up with one of the most beautiful poems I've ever come across: मौत तू एक कविता [...]
Chequered and Flagged
The pieces set gleaming in crimson light the players sweat o'er impending fight him taking black, it's me who has the white who gallantly gallops his gallant knight He moves his pawn to gain the center stage and my pawn brings us both on the same page his knight, my bishop, such a trembling rage [...]
The curse of the iambic pentameter
You pick your pen and scratch your chin a bit these wretched words frankly just would not fit you're growing gray rhyming cheater and peter and stuffing them all in an iambic pentameter Swallowing your pride with every ending 'love' with a helplessly crushed creativity you rhyme it with 'dove' but then 'orange' somehow finds [...]