A day not for poems...
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 9/7/2012 11:56:00 AM
'... But to get blown by boisterous breezeSoaked in fish curry with folks and a feeling so familyTo read the piles and piles waiting print-fresh, to be touched and lovedTo chat up so many who must wonder why I don't feel like saying helloA day that must meet deadlines of things you like a beggar wish of othersFor a walk by a park you don't know and never wouldFor watching leaves at their dance and wishing you could too over wine and good old romance, or a storyteller stellar.A d(...)'
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Blank
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 8/14/2012 1:29:00 PM
'You're staring at me Staring away from yourselfInto this wall, not that rolling, lol-ing oneInto the emptyBlank.Rot thoughtSad thoughtMad thoughtBlank.Love shitFamily fitSick worldBlank.It's okay, it's not that bad...you're still drawing.For if you can draw a blankyou can draw... anything.Subscribe in a reader'
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I don't go there anymore
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 7/3/2012 11:57:00 AM
'The Door. Shot by Swati Chandra in Benaras.I don't go there anymore. But I'm led.When the right calls come at the wrong time.In music beautiful, background disturbedWhen the bottle shatters itself from my handsIn a moment beastly but splinters so beautifulOne sharp, one scary, but all shining with sure loveCrashing to the ground. Hurting. Spurting. Leaving. Coming back.To make peace and more. And the next day, in someone else's door scribbled with someone else's thoughts t(...)'
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I don't go there anymore
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 7/3/2012 11:25:00 AM
'I don't go there anymore. But I'm led. When the right calls come at the wrong time.In music beautiful, background disturbedWhen the bottle shatters itself from my hands In a moment beastly but splinters so beautifulOne sharp, one scary, but all shining with sure loveCrashing to the ground. Hurting. Spurting. Leaving. Coming back.To make peace and more. And the next day, in someone else's door scribbled with someone else's thoughts to become yoursA letter c(...)'
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You don't have to 'do' anything for the earth
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 4/22/2012 5:57:00 AM
'; ;;;Here I am, my laptop sitting atop a lush green leaf-shaped maton the dining table, the mud craft clock showing a 10.40am – too late to be doingthis *guilt pang*. Google is a bunch of blossoms, my husband has gone to playcricket in the grass fields, and on my mind is a thank you to Zedathon for urging me to do what I shouldhave done without a poke from them.As a child, I wrote for the best environmental magazine intown, perhaps in India, with a motivatio(...)'
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To believe
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 3/29/2012 9:59:00 AM
'Why can’t I Why don’t IWhat’s wrongNo, nothing is.The skies are hazy todayBut the heart’s crystal clearI know.It’s just ‘fun’With the bad stuff? No, none.What if I’m not part of it once a while?What if it’s other things that bring a smile?Why can’t I kill this cynic forever, once and for all?Why o when it’s spring, do I keep fearing the fall?Subscribe in a reader'
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Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 11/17/2011 10:45:00 AM
'No, I don't doubtNo, I don't shout. But I think, and that's worse.Subscribe in a reader'
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Shrieks
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 10/7/2011 1:24:00 PM
'Of pain, anger, resentmentin my dreamshe fought with himhe spat fireshe, shriekslong, beastly, ghostlyin my heada drunken headthey echoed in the darkand only that eveningthey'd fell Ravana.They were realfrom an apartment? Hell? Home?No, she couldn't be in that much pain.A frantic message sent for helpBut Solitude was the only friend in sightUntil Sleep came along.Subscribe in a reader'
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Why?
Author
: soumya mukerji
Blog
: Nib 'n' Notes
Date
: 9/18/2011 2:21:00 PM
'In seven beautiful daysWhy do I feel like writing about that one miserable night?In an infallible eternity of faithOf that fleeting moment of doubt?In that wish to stay foreverOf that one moment when I want to escape? In that ‘beyond’ belongingOf a strange estrangementWhen I judge my life most harshly as the heart pounds loud, questioning itselfBut the ifs and buts stand no chanceFor the morning must take care of this monsterSubscribe in a reader'
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