A night long


The night was long

Writhing in pain

Half alive half dead

The night I spent

Sun is up

Light on me thrust

This I dread 

To get up from half dead. 

Waking up to pain with pain

And nothing to gain

The curtains open

And the coconut tree beckons

Lush and fruit laden

Swaying gently in the moist breeze

Mellow sunshine 

Air so fine adorned with speckles of rain

Dancing to a divine tune

I see it from the window grill

Prison bars but better shaped

Over which curtains drape

Giving a semblance of normalcy

To an otherwise existence 

There was a branch 

It used to slather the grill

Beckoning or mocking 

I never could decide 

Like a brother or an old enemy

I used to touch it sometimes caress

Then it was hacked pruned they say

Now it’s just out of reach

As if the tree’s lost an arm

The nuts I see nectar full 

But impossible to savor

For restrained with pain I am

Limited my movements 

I pine for the branch to grow again

For I need to get in touch

With reality!!

Veeru Chheda

About the Author

When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.