top of page

Quick Scribbles – 002


We have all loved,

In different ways —

The same bleeding love.

We have all suffered,

In the same way —

The lethal blows of love.

We all have

Partially lived, partially died

In its glorious name.


Dropping the mask,

shedding the skin,

From our seat of rawness we must ask –

can we love each other

core to core,

Like day and night fusing at twilight?


The knife delightfully slits

an unsuspecting thumb,

In the tint of the trickle,

I see

the romance of deep red.

Even a mishap at the chopping board

can be oddly mesmerizing.


If I could find salvation

in my speaking,

blessed my word would be.

If the churning inside

could yield luscious cream

sacred my thought would be.

The poems I write

 will then become Zen stories.

(Liked what you read? Follow my blog by clicking on ‘follow’ and leave your e-mail address to get notifications every time I publish a new post here)

0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

(Khaleej Times dated 15 May, 2023) I come from a culture and country, India, where academic qualifications define a person and his social standing. An individual’s worth is often distilled into a few

(Khaleej Times dated 9 April, 2023) Happiness, one would agree, is a chimerical concept hotly pursued by people without a clue about how to accomplish it. All human endeavours are directed towards thi

(Khaleej Times dated 27 March, 2023) It might sound like ‘unsophisticated’ taste, but, for me, the Ukay-Ukay stores that are tucked in the markets of Dubai hold great interest. To the uninitiated, the

bottom of page