The ground trembles the slightest, The base stands strong, The peak quivers a bit; The mountain sheds a pebble To acknowledge the shift. Down rolls the pebble Towards his mother – Earth. The raging winds ease his fall As he stoops to gentle winds; Halts by his fallen kin. Meets his brother long departed; He talks of the weak sky that changed colours As the … Continue reading Stories Set in Stone
I trudged along on a cold evening, The pretty snowfall seemed To be an ugly mess; Had it been beautiful If I’d been in my wools Instead of dragging my rag? A fire crackles in the distance; I race past faces I know nought To squat by faces who knew me not. The flames dance before my eyes, I look into its still heart; A … Continue reading Need for Warmth
‘Acrostic’ is a beautiful and established form of poetry which I stumbled upon yesterday and am pleased that could implement it today itself. The following poem metaphorically titled ‘Home-Sick’ is about a specific person and this poem in itself is a tribute to the same. There are some poems you write for the world to critique while some you write for your own peace. This … Continue reading An Acrostic Poem
How is the water Which flows so serene and calm Could kill should it crash. Thank You for Reading. ~ Arunabh Debendranath Konwar. © | nailapost.wordpress.com | A. D. Konwar | 2016 | Continue reading Water – Haiku #1
A young boy – over delighted – Went out to play once again, Thanking the sun, kissing his bat; Today he has to score a hundred. He looked up at the sky It was blue without a cloud; It had not rained for days. It’s been twenty years, The player is long gone. He – a man – now crouched, His hands over his head, … Continue reading It had not rained for days.
1. I’ve lived a mundane life in the years I had, A million or more lives in the pages I read; And now it’s time to regret, I take a pen And on a parchment I bled. 2. A millions miles separate our longing lips, I send my love with this breeze so swift. Hope your arms snuggle me before my messenger should reach. … Continue reading A Foray into NanoTales (MicroPoetry).
The grass you unwittingly crumpled, The leaves you deliberately crushed; They couldn’t maon nor could they protest: You’re the sole thing they couldn’t detest. © A. D. Konwar | nailapost.wordpress.com | Image Source: Unknown Continue reading As You Walked