Category: Poem

  • The Grass is Always Greener on the Mediocre Side

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    I dream of being a mediocre man,Utterly average, an unexceptional specimen.No greatness to aspire to, no failure to fear,Just blissful, unburdened, blessed mediocrity. I’d scale no mountains, set no world on fire,But neither would I feel the weight of expectation.I could simply exist, unencumbered by ambition,Free to revel in the glory of my own ordinariness.…

  • Home is no longer a place

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    Bombay dreams in sepia tones,Konkan whispers through cracked phones.Kadak chai, now a bittersweet sip,Pani puri’s ghost on a longing lip.Local’s rhythm, a distant lullaby,Once scorned, now draws a wistful sigh.Mumbai’s chaos, a siren’s song,Calling me where I don’t belong.Reality fades, leaving only the shine,Of a home that was never so divine.Distance softens the rough and…

  • Longing for Open Spaces

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    Bir. Paragliders dotted the horizon, landing in the wide-open space next to my temporary home. We all gravitated there, day after day. Six evenings, I was pulled in too.   Back in Bangalore, concrete and glass hem me in. No patch of earth to call our own, no place to just be.   Rewind to…