I’ve spent my life exploring works of those renown Hoping some scintilla of touch would enrich This tumbledown estate where weeds and vines unsown Plague, afflict and curse with harvests never rich And sometimes words like fireflies glow in my weak mind Sparkling with exuberance, they guide the pen I hold. They tell the world […]Read more "A sonnet to existence"
You and I both know that we’re in a dust bowl masquerading as a picturesque mead, that we’re in a pseudo-utopian bubble of chimaeras and dangerous delusions, that the wood-nymphs we see dancing around us are only animated mannequins, that the Leprechaun’s pot possesses Monopoly currency, that the mist like gossamer that weaves its way […]Read more "A lighter shade of green"
I remember sitting in the backseat of the old Ford, as it snaked its way towards the Nilgiri Hills, we passed field after field—both barren and lush, and watched the farmers pick their crops under a spiteful sun. Seeing them, filled me with both wonder and melancholia, and I said, “This is India. A country […]Read more "Work"
Is Fate a strongman who devours petite delight? Why did you rob me till I’m hollow – nude to the bone? Is Fate a strongman who devours petite delight? I’ve wasted life repairing this shattered cornerstone Of foolish purposes and withered reverie So futilely that now I’m hollow – nude to the bone The book […]Read more "A terzanelle for the reprobate"
When I leave this world succeeding strain and strife; When the trumpets blare and mourners fiercely weep; They’ll celebrate me; crown my coffin with a wreath; They’ll come from far and wide; especially those who plunged the knife. They’ll make this dreaded misfit an outstanding king; They’ll treat my verse with wonderful acclaim; say, “It’s […]Read more "When I leave this world succeeding strain and strife"
Do they also think of me, as I do them – Those friends of old who shaped the mystifying past? Do they also walk soft lanes of reverie Where weary eyes recover yesteryear’s kind glow? © Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)Read more "Do they also think of me, as I do them?"