4-line Poems.

Heart Break # 1

Roses for lips & pearls for eyes
You got me caught in your web of lies
I waited; I was scared
Jilted, I no longer cared.

Still & Forever # 1

Lost, I met you along the way
An angel risen from above
My love grows strong, each day
I’m head over heels in love!


New Found # 1

I smiled, if by chance.
A half-minute long glance.
A thousand sweet nothings later
I knew I was smitten with her



Heart Break # 2
The joy of a thousand kisses
The wronged, unintended blisses
Carried on a wave, out to sea
Drowning me in misery

Still & Forever # 2

Words & roses in a graceful line
It isn’t her first, it isn’t mine
In the threatening green of a glen
It is now, it will be then.

New Found # 2

He held my hand that evening
He spoke of people & happenings
He let slip every thought he did conceive
He wouldn’t let go, when I turned to leave.

Heart Break # 3

Lying, escaping, staring at the ceiling
Meaning to catch that unwavering feeling
Acceptance is unthinkable; it’s really gone.
I hold no claim ; it was here this morn.

Still & Forever # 3

I married him here, twelve years ago
That we’d be here again, I didn’t know
He sits across the table, a young girl walks by
His eyes don’t waver, he sees none but I.


New Found # 3

It was then that I knew
My heart fluttered, his flew.
While he stared at me
I found myself staring too.

Patriotism- Our 67th Independence Day- A day of silent pride.

A land of promises and dreams, a land of passions and life
A land of joy and beliefs, a land of love and strife.
An idea of change , change for the against.
A game without killing, for unexplained disdain.

India- the country of my birth, O! country of mine
Holy, with sacred grooves and flowing rivers divine.
Tiny rivulets of gushing earthy ice
Cardamom and saffron, red curries and spice.

An oasis of villages amidst deserts of grainy sand.
Lofty peaks, frozen, a heavenly abode on land.
Modern cities of civilizations long past
Lost in tea-gardens, an unfortunate last.

Sun-kissed beaches and deep-rooted taboos
Salty breeze, ideologies left-skewed.
Temples, mosques, churches- sanctity & quiet.
Forgotten by-lanes, communal riots.

Gossipy tea-shops engaging child labour
Steady-anchored speed-boats at harbours.
Lit-pigeon hole skylines
Countless hermit-filled shrines

Might Rivers and a heart of tribal gold
Lying side-by-side, towns new & old.
Granaries full of wheat and starving mouths
Existing, uncreated borders- north to south.

Cemented thatch-roofed huts
Paddy crop and swaying palms of coconut
Uninterrupted forests and domestic garbage
Opportunities to grab, lives to gauge.

Crowded bazaars and dingy lanes
Seas, mountains, deserts and green plains.
An untraceable, untouched mix of culture
Dance & drama to watch, songs to hear


Vast stretches of far and near
Strong-willed heroes and martyr.
Unquestioned, whisperingly gallant
Set in stone, the nonchalant.



Differences together, similarities distant
Ephemeral smells, none transient.
Happiness, colours iridescent
Memories vivid, stories deliquescent

A land of too much, an all-encompassing chase
Colourful people to hear, ideas to praise
Adulterated natural beauty and pure
My country of Everything and more.