The night was 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 the pain I am

Limited my movements
I pine for the branch to grow again

For I need to get in touch
With reality!!

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Veeru Chheda

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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.