Spark

- Igniting Minds

Home

DELUSIONAL

DELUSIONAL

No more words to speak Content is lethargic and the blessed is one who is willful hungry Way too far and down the road of exemplary courage and wisdom What is there is just there as is Still, fine and differently void at night When belief in demon is demolished with...

read more

Watery groves-A poem by Rajababu

    WATERY GROVES-by Rajababu   Evian comes to life, The shelves are full of drops, People queue up, the elitisms aplenty, Thirst… or fashion.   In the dusty ravines up North, A woman hurls down a roped bucket, It hits rock bottom of the parched...

read more

Brothers in grief-A poem by Rajababu

BROTHERS IN GRIEF   A cyclone ravages a city, terror grips the air, Strong passionate gusts of wind swirl the countryside, Unwiling people die stark, hungry deaths; Is it a spectacle for the elite to watch? Is it considered an in-thing to discuss it In the dangerous...

read more

Confession Box-a poem by Rajababu

CONFESSION BOX   The sadists are at work, cutting up the crosses, The flesh and blood follow suit, what is happening? Bits and pieces of His suffering are ingrained In every convent going seed of the Indian psyche, Can these pieces now be offered back, Can the...

read more

INSIDE THE RUBICON-A poem by Rajababu

INSIDE THE RUBICON-A poem by Rajababu   The didactic Orissa refugee-distended, In the tatters of his rural confines; Lusts at my safe ensconsement. A fact made possible by my worthy ancestors; Working over their trade on dusty Bombay afternoons, Beating away the...

CYBER-FRIENDS-A poem by Rajababu

    CYBER-FRIENDS-A poem by Rajababu Reaching away from the caring hands of those around me, I get lost in the virtual realityof the Web. It gives me a sense of esoteric security, unrivalled, By any flesh and blood companionshipof life.   I can chat for...

DELUSIONAL

DELUSIONAL

No more words to speak Content is lethargic and the blessed is one who is willful hungry Way too far and down the road of exemplary courage and wisdom What is there is just there as is Still, fine and differently void at night When belief in demon is demolished with...

Watery groves-A poem by Rajababu

    WATERY GROVES-by Rajababu   Evian comes to life, The shelves are full of drops, People queue up, the elitisms aplenty, Thirst… or fashion.   In the dusty ravines up North, A woman hurls down a roped bucket, It hits rock bottom of the parched...

Brothers in grief-A poem by Rajababu

BROTHERS IN GRIEF   A cyclone ravages a city, terror grips the air, Strong passionate gusts of wind swirl the countryside, Unwiling people die stark, hungry deaths; Is it a spectacle for the elite to watch? Is it considered an in-thing to discuss it In the dangerous...

Confession Box-a poem by Rajababu

CONFESSION BOX   The sadists are at work, cutting up the crosses, The flesh and blood follow suit, what is happening? Bits and pieces of His suffering are ingrained In every convent going seed of the Indian psyche, Can these pieces now be offered back, Can the...

5.16 Fast-A poem by Rajababu

5.16 FAST   The lift is crammed with sweaty people, People from all the offices, Some with perfume, some without, They nervously look at the lift number, Hoping and praying that the liftman wont stop for the other floors. They curse when the lift jams on the 10th...

SELF INDULGENCE   The coldness of the silent night awakens me from slumber, Adding insult to injury are the nocturnal insects of pain. I get up and huddle inside my blanket, groping around, My hands find the night lamp switch, I put it on. The fan starts whirring...

My lost Treasure

Strong accomplished I stand But part of me is broken for ever. This little girl is rummaging about For an angel who is lost forever. To be held tight in his arms Embrace his soul & loose thyself into calm. Staring in absolute Echoes of happiness wishing to unmute...

© 2018 Spark — Powered by GoSiter

Theme by GoSiterUp ↑