top of page
Search

Here and Now

Hashtag Kalakar
Oct 1, 2022
1 min read

By Marisha Singh



The handmade violin

The devil’s deed

The colonial fireplace

The wooden chesspiece

A learned shelf

To silence the beast

The moonlit shore

Beyond Ignorance’s creed

Some fruits untouched

By the pollution of the store





The unsent letter

Carrying the red folklore

To an estranged lover

Who lives offshore

Made of burnt parchment

By the candle’s glow

The fresh alive water

The soothing breeze

The revelry of silence

The midnight peace

The book of poems

That no one shall read

That my friend

Is all I shall need!



By Marisha Singh




Recent Posts

See All
Dumb or In Love

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta are poets dumb — or just in love? to the world, they may seem dumb, but for them, love is inevitable. poems are reminders of love that can’t be forgotten, shan’t be forgotten

 
 
 
A Future So Azure

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Tomorrow looms unsure, muffled by the deep Thumbs twiddling, barriers never-ending, failure and nothing to reap At the shore lie the choices, imposing, leading to journeys impo

 
 
 
Letting Go In Layers

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Some part of us is cold and shrivelled, In a body of seemingly endless depth. Some part of us is heavy and dishevelled, Misery filling an unending breadth. Some part of us is

 
 
 

Comments

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet
Add a rating
bottom of page