“The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.” ~Stephen King In the darkness intervening the 25th and 26th of February, the Indian Air Force executed what is now known as the Balakot Strike, also alluded to…
Author: umashankar
I am just a watcher then. Sometimes I watch life, sometimes I watch death; many times I watch in between...
Unwaiting for Godot
Disquieted and quietened we stand, the pair of us at the brink of the Internet, conjoined and disjointed at the splice of consciousness and a unique resource locator. Beguiled enough to have waited for ages, we have figured it’s time…
Afterwards
Afterwards, I shall be a mote swirling at your window,Without a breath, or a heartbeat, ringing at your window. Noon has stumbled through the crumbling buildings,Like a silence among the wooers singing at your window. Withering are the curses traded…
1500. Reaching the pinnacle
Wet Charcoal
Each night I bleed a part of my soul to her beauty, Silken words congeal like a mole to her beauty. A lone moon is treading forth the liminal dust of evening, The dying sun has hitched a veil of…
The Winter of Tonight
Old lesions fester and seep in the cavern of tonight,Broken vows gather and weep in the cavern of tonight. A high wind sways the maimed tree of deodar,The axmen are crowned in the tavern of tonight. Upturned chairs wait not…
Teach Me To Dream by D P Dash
Just as I thought I was done with the ash-berries tossed at me by the departing year, suturing up my tattered ego with a ghazal in the reigning obscurity, Mr D. P. Dash ruffled the quiet of my languid existence.…
Years in the Ash
The old year shrivels like a dog-eared calendar in the ash,Days fuse into dust, hope into hungry tinder, in the ash. For a decade of writing my heart out on the Internet,The façade has imploded in its splendour in the…
’Oumuamua
My muse is a furious fugitive from a foreign galaxy, not unlike the intergalactic interloper ’Oumuamua, who having orbited the fuzzy nebula of my brain is now poised for an exodus to unknown dark matters.
A Leaf by The Nightfall
Forgotten on the heath like a sheaf by the nightfall,The sea of love has withered on the reef by the nightfall. Happiness will recede with the beat of her footsteps,The dust will settle like a grief by the nightfall. A…
Only the Crows
Derrick J. Night, who writes everyday about his incredibly plenteous garden, weaves subtle symbols and imagery in the titles and subjects of his photo-filled posts. Yesterday, I was struck by the title of his post, 'Only the Crows', the moment…
Burning Monsters
They are burning effigies, it’s that time of the season, Ones in flesh and bones are hatching crimes of the season. Bandits from the barrens decree beheading of the infidel, And savour blinkered women over the wine of the season.…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 