The Wordsmith

Contemplating content design and a lot of other things.

Poetry

  • Here’s Monsoon

    When the heat burnt souls alive,When the thirst to quenchNothing but physical selvesTurned all choices but naïve,When the harks went unheard-ofAnd everyone began to strive… The boon served us with a downpourThat drenched us with happinessDecorated our windows withInvaluable pearls of joy unspeakable And announced its arrival,Much louder than it announcedThe departure of despair and… Continue reading

  • Be that Faith

    Through the watery eyes that flow, In the smoldering hearts that glow, Be the faith you wish the world to sustain. Continue reading

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  • Flipside

    Time that once was clueless, Brought me down on my knees Time, the all mighty, now Tells my brave tales, too. Continue reading

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  • भास असे हे भाषेचे

    भास असे हे भाषेचे एकाएक मी अनुभवले कोठे भाग घेऊनि भागले कोठे भाग देउनी उरले एक असते ते वीट येणे एक तो सर्वज्ञ उभा विटेवरी कोणी विचारले भाव जगातले कोणी सांगितले भाव मनातले कर्मयोगी ने मान मिळवला हठयोगीने मान ताटली विषुववृत्त हे स्थान होऊनि कवितेचे वृत्त जाहले कोणी राग गायले आणि कोणी राग दाखविले कोणी… Continue reading

  • A Tug of War with Life

    Of the two Things to choose— Between Love and Hate— I’d neither love to hate nor hate to love. Of the two Days that lay— Between birth and death— I’d learn to live the present. Of the two States to choose— Between doing and done— I’d choose to continue to walk. Of the two Thoughts… Continue reading

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  • Shades of Yellow

    That tiny promise Of the first gleaming Sun. From behind everything Through the horizon. That rising king to the throne. Changing hues of Orange From amber to blonde From bumblebee to corn. That Tuscany artwork Of embroidered ochre borders And finely knitted mustard Seeking my attention. That shining glory, Golden—a burning fury. Showering its might… Continue reading

  • The Child Never Died

    The child in me has never died, for When the morning, gleaming Sun shines, The aroma of each new day brings a new smile. Thoughts unbound. Countless dreams. Coloring the milestones ahead in my stride. Lives genuinely appear truthful to me. The love in people’s eyes equals their might. Recounting experiences; resounding the self. Reciting… Continue reading

  • The Soul Purpose

    Brought to thee The stories that have Countless stories within, the Self knows. Who knows what’s more? Smelt the magic of the rains— The petrichor. Though, Drenched, lost, drowned is My conscious, helpless Self, to the core. The evening strands of gleaming light— Your fragrance it is, or am I Afloat the love unbound? Don’t… Continue reading

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  • Harvest

    When the scorching gusts of heat Fade the tears in your eye, Recite the songs of the Spring, Believe that seasons change, ask not why. When circumstances are bleak, Your bivouac is left far behind, Choose what you must— That let me not remind. When without the trails Should You journey barefoot, Seek sojourns within… Continue reading

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  • Nothing but Hope

    In the turbulent tides of time, The ebb and flow of the fortune, that is, What holds me in place is Nothing but hope. In the pitch-black nights, The darkness of misdirection, that is, What serves me right is Nothing but hope. In that corner of my heart, where Words weigh more than memories, that… Continue reading

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