My Poetry Published in the Terror House Magazine

Hi Friends,

My poems have been published in the Terror House Magazine. Hope you enjoy reading them. Here is the link.

Raindrops

droplets of rain

earth’s wishful mouth

open for torrents

Dark Night

Dark night

moon and stars hidden

in her drawing note

Dark Lane

I walk in a lonely

dark lane,

I fear the night

Cicadas tease me

with their low hiss.

My home is still far away,

I hit a stone

and my heart freezes

at the sharp sound.

I look around

and fear turns into wonder

as a bud blossoms

into a purple flower.

Bees swarm

around the new-born flower

and I find a place

in a rusty bench.

I don’t want to move

I don’t want to go home

I swap my fear

for joy and wonder,

glued to the mesmerizing

beauty of the night

New Moon Night

New moon night
Raven follows
the pigeon home

Stars – Perceptions

Counting the stars are two;

the eager innocent child

and the frustrated watchman

Fantasy Animal

A poet watches from afar

as a woman in white flowing gown

transforms into a graceful Pegasus

taking to the sky with abandon,

hair entangled in spongy clouds

taking them with her

birds calling to this fantasy animal

who swoops down into a glowing lake

drinking honeyed water

and standing still

for a chat with the golden unicorn

in the midst of the lake

The Unicorn

A proud unicorn plays with the wind, invisible to the human eye. Self-absorbed in his own magic, he pauses for a moment at the full moon night.

The moon soars high

rivalling me in magic

My envious eyes, enraptured

The Court

 

The courtesan dances,

each intricate step performed

with careless ease,

tempting the king, the prince,

the minister and the courtier,

but her legs sway for the court musician,

who knows her every rhythm,

while his voice calls to the princess,

he secretly admires, but the princess

dreams of the prince in an enemy kingdom

whereas this spoilt prince

imagines a hostile state’s dancer

beside him on the royal throne

Journey

Lulling us to sleep

and a peaceful dream

in the long rhythmic journey,

the horse-cart travels in a rugged path,

determinedly trotting ahead

tracing every curve

in the dark lane