Adi's Insight

There are moments in life when affection grows so quietly, so steadily, that one day you realise it has become an entire universe of its own. This poem was born from that universe from a love that feels ancient, ocean-deep, and divinely placed. It is a confession, a devotion, and a promise whispered between heartbeats. And a message to my beloved... Lovie, Every time I try to explain what you mean to me, words fall short. So I wrote them differently; slower, deeper, with a bit of my soul stitched into each line. This poem is my way of telling you everything I feel but struggle to say out loud. Maybe one day, some very blessed will bestow upon me the right words to express my love to you. Till then, this is all I can do... My Eternity Oh how do I tell you, dear? How much do I adore you? This degree of fondness I ever Had for none afore you. Like Poseidon is to the waters He loves it not for the striking blue But for the jeweled ocean floors When newborn caustic lights break through. Oh...

  A Lady in Incognito… I’ve been feeling something new, Something near, something dear, Something off the monotony Something very peculiar. Is it something fresh and new? Or a ghost I’ve seen before? My soul has wept for many nights, Washed again upon the shore. I’ve been sensing something odd, Strangely present, oddly known, Feeling like an infant yet still feeling fully grown. Now I found the crux of it A soul, with hunger famishing, A lady in incognito, A lady quite ravishing. Something gets my gut tickling, With Oxytocin, I gleam, waiting for that Cupid’s bow To shoot a killer beam… Behind those tipsy, silky drapes, Lie two dense drops in milk, Are they coffee? Hazel? Vanilla? A mystery in the strands of silk.  But I ask something different, Behind that flirty smirk, Behind your eyes, of hue unknown, What emotions do lurk? Beneath the halo of your skin, Inside that practiced glow, I seek the soul that’s trapped beneath The self you don’t show.

 Moonlit Serenade In the quiet of the eve, With the cold breeze’s flow, Holding hands of her moonlight, Walking with her glow. The moon shone brighter, Blacking out the stunned horizon. The stars, jealous of her charisma, Watched her outshine the sun. Gods disguised as rain, From the heavens, descend down, To feel the warmth and wonder Of the girl who wore the crown. The trees bent in greeting, The wind played with her hair, The earth embraced her footsteps, While the mist blurred the air. We stop, stand eye to eye, Hand in hand, near the distance, And I whispered that she was The pulse to my existence. She then pulls me near, And our lips brushed together. I too began glowing, when Still fell the weather. Without saying another word, We just strolled ahead. The night itself shut her eyes, As our radiance slowly spread…

           In the long path of human history, we have witnessed and learnt about the very humble beginnings, to the unique urge of humans to innovate, leading to progress and evolution. On the shining and proud pavement of the timeline, there lie some pits. Pits which show humans as the worse for the planet. In those pits, lie pests, who were once known to be lethal. Dirt, the filth of the bad time. And lies some water, water of records, articles, books, literature; Poetic Water ...        This water reflects the stories of the time of these pits. Some pits, WW1 and 2, Jalianwallah Bagh Massacre, Spanish Flu, The Great Depression etc, have a great amount water in them. The literature describing these periods are infinite! In the swamp of the pit of HOLOCAUST , I would like to add another drop...      My poem, The Black Smoke, shares true events and instances molded into a story. The story of an innocent, kind, yo...

  Poems , one of the most beautiful forms of expression. Sometimes they are sonnets, sometimes ballads, sometimes epics, sometimes free verses. Poems are a huge part of me. It takes a lot of work for a collection of words to receive the nomenclature of a poem ...       These poems give us a great deal of enjoyment and unending entertainment. Personally, I am a budding poet! Shakespeare gave me inspiration to start working on poems with more intricate details. I learnt from him that no matter how ridiculous your topic is termed by the society, you must not give up, as your success shuts their mouth. Not only him, but Robert Frost, Premchand, Ruskin Bond, Adrienne Rich and many others have given a great contribution to the charity called Literature. Poems are a great source of spending or as I say, " investing" time. I myself have currently written more than 30 poems, hoping that it quenches my eternal thirst and urge to attain fame. Through these blogs, I expre...