Blog Posts

  • I Sail,

    Here,Lil pecksCling on me,Sorrow ‘s dust stays,There somewhere, too near!Hops off my rusty chair,to newfound doors venturing-new ways, but I fondly dust them~Off my weathered shoes: and walk again.“Here, lil pecks cling on me, Sorrow ‘s dust stays,” ~Kunjal Gupta This is a poem which has been penned for the W3 Prompt #78 where the… Read more

  • Pitter Patter,

    Pitter patter of rain, Playing its grace, In wells of rapture With Soft drizzle overhead. . A blissful night, Regaining the old, Listening to the words, Furrowed tousled head. . Memories old anew, Fat drops on the letters, Glazing them in rain, My pastime novel. . Eyes profuse red, of what not could be, Red… Read more

  • The dancing damsels,

    The dancing damsels part again, The musical tones of the plays, With boisterous beats that dictate, The vibrant grizzle of ghunghroos* rings. . The musical tones of the plays, Beaming sounds-muse of life, The vibrant grizzle of ghunghroos rings, Filling uncoloured spaces with succulent life, . Beaming sounds-muse of life,  Feeble cries echoed dismal walls,… Read more

  • Finding happiness,

    Finding happiness,

    Searching answers new escapades Or call me an aimless wander- -ing twit, round pink bubbles re- flecting yesteryears rise to future folds- of time(s)’wither happiness finds it- self. This is a nonet( a nine lined poem in which the first line consists of 9 syllables. Gradually the number of syllables recede by each line and… Read more

  • Through the mountain passes,

    The first golden rays filter in, and lighten the whole world in maze Through mountain gapes and holes, A singleton rattles, Noise. . Cloves of seclude shades come and go, Trees come and gaze softly Slumbers. Then a sky gazer with long arms reaching, Withholding the blue sky, Pricks me. Warm trickle throbs through, Red… Read more

  • A day from a week,

    The rumbling noise of the market, Flute players, chaat makers, vanilla Carts of ice creams sellers, unleash Heaven keeping out the scorching heat. . I do not get to saunter beside my school gate, Music makers, charmers horn bakers bellow far afar, Creepy looking populace lurk in shadows dark, Even watchmen stand wide awake! .… Read more