In the early morning hour when the dawn was rising from behind the horizon I heard the whisper of waves telling me the secrets of music that mingled with the sea, The roars of waves seemed like the resonance of the Ustaad’s song Who is singing Sitting under the sea. (This post is a part…

I tried to hear the sound of nature. I went to the terrace and looked around. A Bulbul was singing the melody of the monsoon. A frog was croaking in the nearby pond. The fine drizzle of rain was making a sweet sound in our garden. But when I closed my eyes and tried to…

The rustling sound of leaves tell me that you’re here with me, that you have been walking with me, In a parallel timeline On the parallel paths. But I can’t touch you; You’ve been so far Twinking beside the evening star But I can feel your presence around me; I hear your footsteps in the…

Standing beneath the Kadamba tree I hear the flute Calling my name from a faraway land. I sit in the midst of the fallen flowers and keep my head on His shoulder In the trance of Kadamba, I see Krishna everywhere… (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem is part of my A…