Once the frame ceases to limit and the nail stops hanging the fate On the wall that is no more looked at The picture, the four wooden...

Yellow vase, yellow flowers, somewhat fifteen if you care on a yellow table against a yellow wall of a different shade A streak of white...

No ornate strings to tame the day's melody No drum-skin stretched par limits to beat the malady of the mundane No metals clanking to...

Does the sun miss seeing the tiny pearls waiting all night once it's done evaporating them? A token of love unrequited or a union beyond...

I am an open book One may find a secret hidden every page So long as they not care to read me or know my language

All the crows crowing all night All the dogs whining ceaseless Purr of the feline felt under the skin Rustle of rushing reptile not to be...

The bard made to wait on the sides As the 'Comedy of errors' gets sold by the 'Merchant of Venice' 'The importance of being earnest' even...

Emily Dickinson Wislawa Szymborska Oscar Wilde Rabindranath Tagore O Henry Harper Lee

Epitaphs, eulogies, flattery diseased or cold graves Not one of the maladies that kill the mundane over and again Can ever reach even the...

Older than the metal-fence struggling to keep her spirits contained Heavier than the stone bearing the epitaph unashamed Sent only to...

Carrying the burden of the globe on his shoulders Placed unevenly between the blades Neck bent low from the burgeoning number of the...

Reason to passion Courage to fortune Nature defying convention to express itself Horns on the head that seldom disappear The halter...

Snow-capped mountains shimmering in the sun Limpid lake happy homes lining the edges Drops of dew glistening till sunrise Gongs of...

That's your ego talking. I'm hurt. Please hold me closer despite me. Do you really mean it? Please don't. How insensitive of you? I want...

A cloud nameless A river flowing between names A puddle holding moon within itself A lake that couldn't care less Sea that knows not...

A presence real as the day this time yesterday Beyond the reach of hand or heart, Now, no more. Eyes half-closed, body still there, a...

Beating around the bush bound to bring to life The beasts that were lying dead and yet in wait Coming to the point an exercise pointless...

Without traversing past the moments lived or otherwise where am I to find the same river to step in twice? Crossing many bridges arching...

A grain of sand lying in a dune nondescript A lone petal withering away unseen at the foot of a bloom blossoming A thorn growing brown...

Spoken with lips parted or teeth clenched Written with ink meeting the paper Or keys punched soundless Rustling across the blankness of...