Procrastination

(1) Dawn – reluctant: The big orange ball of fire was playing hide-and-seek; (2) Overcast skies: The big orange ball of fire was still playing hide-and-seek; (3) Dusk – reluctant: The big orange ball of fire was playing hide-and-seek – again; (4) Sunny skies: The big orange ball of fire wasn’t playing hide-and-seek; (5) Draped […]

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View from our window

(1) Our old Assam-Type house had windows, I mean those old ones made from pure Sal, Sal logs shaped into wood frames for windows, Windows that were held together by horizontal iron rods perfectly equidistant from each other, Windows that had stories to tell – all happy ones; (2) Our old Assam-Type house had windows, […]

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Reflections from our balcony

(1) Our balcony was a rectangular one – squared-oval shape, There were no chairs, and we had to do with borrowed ones from inside, from here and there, The somewhat narrow lane below our first-floor balcony had once upon a time familiar people treading on it, Now strangers pass by smiling and spitting on it; […]

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The Silent Silence

(1) Day-hours are no longer rush hours, At dusk, it is nightfall now, Stray dogs and stray cows outnumber humans, Humans, who are at home now, For the fear of cough and sneeze droplets; (2) The veggie carts are now driven by green-emperors, The poor beggar peacefully sleeps in front of shut malls, He isn’t […]

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He has His ways

(1) Humankind had wasted so much of their time trying to be someone else, Trying to build revolutionary roads, Ended up with ghost-ridden crossroads, Twisted twigs and branches to their advantage, Didn’t laugh over coffee, Didn’t make it frothy either, Instead, made the Earth filthy; (2) Hardly noticed the world changing around them, Skyline changing, […]

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that morning - a poetry by Sabah

That morning…

(1) It was on the morning after the intervening nights of December 31 and January 1, When souls, mostly happy ones had bombarded each other with wishes, That somehow the new year would certainly be a happy one – come what may; (2) It was on the morning after when the New Year wishes lay […]

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the corona virus poetry - covid katha

The Viral Virus

(1) A virus, they say, has suddenly gone viral, Spiralling its way from the poles to the equator, The human globe stands punctured, Humans and stray dogs stranded in vacuum cities; (2) Each endless week now has just one day, Each month will most likely be made up of thirty familiar days, It’s said that […]

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