p.k.n. panicker Poems

As people sleep comfortably
in this fine cradle,
enjoy the sweet lullaby of mother nature,
...

I who went about all my life
in search of light
could witness only the dark veils
that fell off one after other
...

It was in a fancy market
in an artist's enclave
that I saw her,
a damsel par excellence,
...

Sheldon, I beg your pardon;

You are yet a baby,
four or five, as my grandson,
...

As I visualise the spectre of death
a wall of stillness shuts me off from the world,
a gulf of silence swallows up my senses,
leaving only the burden of pain
...

Stand on the edge
on a precipice
on the mountain top
just a step away from the drop
...

I do wonder often
what makes things to happen
in this world of uncertainties,
in this world of chaos
...

Friends, I have stories to tell
a thousand ones of hurts, of injuries, of humiliations
often presented by close friends, by kith and kin
and by the society at large;
...

A man can witness his funeral

not when on the pyre
...

Do my words of yesterdays
echo in your mind
as you walk
on the memory lanes
...