SCARCITY IS WHAT SHAPES US

I never knew that even scarcity of it Would grow out of me I mean, just look how love unfolds And wraps me all around …   Ever wondered what’s the basic force that moulds an individual? Why some children are profligate while others are frugal. Why, what’s invaluable for one, is a dream for another. Why things one take for granted becomes a blessing for another. Many a time we even heard parents complaining, “They don’t understand the value of things we provide them. We want to teach our child value of education, the value of dance or karate...

The Truth That Was

It’s often said, ” Artists use lies, to tell the truth…” Here’s one that I tried in this short poem as The Unreliable Narrator, written as a part of  The Poetry Society, UK.  The Truth That Was ‘I was the type of the child Who gazed at the dark sky And loved the color purple.’ “That I was beautiful And would own a prince” They said at Sunday mornings. “She held amethyst beneath, Calm in influence, Mellifluous in tone and seraphic her smile  Always gentle, Always polite.” The truth that was I will not tell you why she loved that loneliness....