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 [...]
Tag Archives: Verse
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 [...]
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 [...]
Bird
Perched atop the open cage ruminating over freedom nostalgic taste of iron below and a slightly confused gaze. she eyes the enslaved liberation and the illusion of independence, humanity-her every breath polluted with myriad obligation. sorrow masked as hope punctuating the pursuit of happiness with sorrow in such abundance how can I ever cope ? [...]
नाउम्मीद
तेरे ग़मों की डली बनाकर ज़ुबाँ पे रख ली है देखो मैंने वो क़तरा क़तरा पिघल रही है, मैं क़तरा क़तरा ही जी रहा हूँ इन आँखों की खामोश सिलवटों में, लबों की शर्माई करवटों में रुकी हुयी एक आह दिल में, ज़हर मैं कितना जा पी रहा हूं ... मैं क़तरा क़तरा ही जी [...]