The night’s at work

I love the colours at twilight because they have so much to say, Slowly and skillfully darkness engulfs them like a prey. Some condemn it for maligning saffron with grey, But I appreciate it for its uncanny play. For the morning comes with brighter colours sharpened by the night before, The city bathes in yellow, …

Let’s shine again

Up at the stars I gaze and see, so many stars that shine in spree. On narrow lanes I see them again, cloaked in scars singing songs of pain. Some without money and some with deformity, some without morale and some with deformity. Separated by mountains of race, caste and creed, united by rivulets of …