Category: Spoken Word

When the wolf eyed the moon

A lone warrior

पड़ाव

और इन सबके बीच
एक दिन
कुछ समय निकालकर
मैं भी कवितायें लिखना छोड़ दूँगा!

Before he sleeps tomorrow

“He was an unopened bottle yet to be tasted”

Vines

“How does one sleep at night?”

Coward

A short poem.

Where do old birds go to die?

“Do they look for a soft place to fall? Pillow of Winds, Carpets of Grass?”