Vultures Around

As the winds around soar
I spread my wings
It is a world of definitions
Of it, I know not all things.
The vultures await my failure
Wait for me to fall, of a failed flight.

The vultures that wish to nibble
The crumbs of my plight.
I wish once again
Neither to prove them wrong
Nor myself right.
For I know that I must
Let success speak through my might.

I choose to rise to the occasion
Wings to the wind, Eyes to the Sun
Head held as high as the morale
Who’s afraid of the height?
With drifts and thrusts
I sway myself through
Through the blinding days
Through the darkest nights.

©Suyog Ketkar

Micropoetry: The Wait is Over

Time flies, I would say.
Cuddles, and not Calls today;
My Princess comes back.

© Suyog Ketkar

Rediscovery

Amidst the bidders, for whom
Spoken words make the market,
I resort to words unspoken
To be the voice of my own.

Survived, I have
Through nights and days.
To survive within each moment,
I call upon my soul.

Witnessing two reflections,
Having faith in faith, I
Echo with the right one
To shatter the illusory mirror.

Floating in the quietude,
I lay in pleasurable languor,
Flashing mysterious memories.
The euphoric touch is worth an adore.

Enjoying my thoughtlessness,
Journeying through imagination,
Seeking the nomadic contentment—
Aren’t they my usual writing chore?

Explored, I may have,
The footprints of many.
I wish a stroll along the path
That I will tread sometime soon.
© Suyog Ketkar

Change of Seasons

Change of Seasons

The chirping of birds,
Who, at the Mango tree,
Celebrate the
Change of seasons,
Welcoming the days of glory
Bidding the days of grim.

The drumming noise, tapping on
Your windows, epilogues the
Change of seasons, And
Highlights the crow feet on your face,
That once were ironed out,
Filling you in joy to the brim.

The last leaf, dry, falling,
Which once prompted the
Change of seasons, now
Sits atop a stone,
Crowning the idol that
People worship as Him.

©Suyog Ketkar


Image courtesy: The shutterbug within me.

Micropoetry: Lullabies

Lullabies flew like water from eyes.
Cries were for the Ward,
Not for toys.

©Suyog Ketkar


Senryū is a form of micropoetry that contains 17 or lesser syllables spread across not more than three lines. Although this attempt isn’t driven by humor, Senryu mostly is used to describe the human aspect on a lighter note.

Life is Black and White

Life is Black and White

In the moon’s silver,
In the food’s flavour,
From birth to death, altogether,
Life is Black and White.

As death parts us,
As and when happens a ruckus,
Within the slightest change of moods,
After all, Life is Black and White.

To those who take the world in their stride,
To the rains and the tide,
To either side of the Solstice,
After all, Life is Black and White.

Whether in a crowd or left alone,
With the passive self forlorn,
Through countless nights bygone,
After all, Life is Black and White.

Sans the haunting howls of ballads,
Sans the riddling verse in charades,
Sans the humming songs of an escapade,
After all, Life is Black and White.

©Suyog Ketkar

A Cure Within

A Cure Within

With a depressed soul
Enjoying the indifference of nothing;
The repressed feelings spurted;
And an inconsolable self – laid silent,
I rode the turbulent tides within.

Milestones guiding to hell,
A clueless tread to an unexplored trail,
Each turn bringing to self,
And no one, but myself to help.

Priced for being good, this tiny self did fear,
A cost that was way more than I could bear.
A bright silhouette before a dark light;
The world reversed, summoning a mental fight.

Hopeful yet bleak, pronounced yet meek,
I lay blank, dead, straight.
With the heart that burnt through the night,
I lay as a pyre to purge my conscience.

If adversities defined what I was,
Incessantly, true enough.
I chose to redefine myself,
All for a good cause.

© Suyog Ketkar

I am Your Echo

I have this to say to my parents and gurus:

Flowing through the air are the glowing ashes of my smoldering.

If the smolders of karma be my destiny, then I am your echo.

Singing through the dark woods are the verses of this destiny.

To make this song of life melodious, I am your echo.

Dancing before my eyes are the glories of tomorrow,

If I am to attune to this rhythm, then I am your echo.

Gazing the horizon are the flights of fantasies

If I have your wings, then I am your echo.

I’m eyeing perfection but am set to fall and rise,

If I can learn from my mistakes, then I am your echo.

Raging inside my veins is the blood that calls for the undone.

If I can voice my dreams, then I am your echo.

© Suyog Ketkar