Missing Pieces

Puzzles need

Empty spaces

Like cases

To keep congruency alive.

And so, my life

Thrives

On your admissions of loneliness.

I fit into the crevices

You leave bare

And into instances

You forget to share.

The pain that numbs you

Gives me reasons to live.

I align to your latitudes

I fill your missing pieces

With multitudes

Of what they call mortal sins.

I entwine my luck

With the empty spaces

Between your fingers

And what lingers is

Nervous comfort in your eyes.

I languorously chew

On the smoke 

Burning your subterranean ideals.

The fluidity for which I aspire

Then conspires

To stop the cauterization 

And attempt a dousing.
I'll still be the banks

Once this river has flown through. 

Selfish, coveted

Stolen, even as you resisted

It fills you

As it fills me

With an emptiness

Of a special kind

Leaving a hole

Difficult to find.

I served my destiny.

You fulfilled yours.

Becoming A Rebel - In Verse!

There is a lot happening in life right now. I say this to nearly everyone I meet or talk to. Which I rare these days. Meeting and talking to people at length and peace is something I am scarce able to enjoy - but it is all worth it at the end!

My life has given me many gifts, with costs, of course, but pretty gifts nevertheless. The best gifts, I maintain, are the real moments which people spend on you, share with you, shower on you. That, I have not been able to accomplish. The rest, yes.

Among the super interesting things I am working on right now is a book of poetry, called Lyrical Rebellions, the conceptualization of which I have been involved in since the word go.

Our mind hides a million mutinies, each grappling with an emotion or circumstance unique to a person. To give words to these subdued feelings is not simple, yet poetry attempts to reveal and heal these very conflicts. Lyrical Rebellions is an effort to bright together the choicest of expressions which hide a raw understanding and expectation of life.

This theme, when presented to able and talented young poets, baffled them. Honestly, I was pleased. The first part of creating something new and unique is to shake people out of their comfort zone. Our Editorial Board then issued this explanation for Lyrical Rebellions.

When we say 'Lyrical Rebellions' we are not giving you a topic, we are giving you a premise. We are asking you to initiate a thought rebellion, but we are not specifying who you should rebel against. We're not even close to attempting to title your poem - we're merely asking you to interpret. We're asking you to be beautiful while being cynical.

That said, meet my wonderful team. Each one mentioned on the yellow landscape below is playing an indispensable part in making this literary endeavour see the light of the day. 

And then, there is a very happy-me! It is a privilege to be reading stuff like I am getting to read by the virtue of being the facilitator of this process of finding very expressive rebels in the world around us.

Send us your poems soon at lyricalrebellions@gmail.com

If you cannot send in your poems, just send us your good wishes (and pre-orders for the book!)