On various occasions, in as many avenues of life, one feels stranded for the right words. Words are known to elude the lips at the right time. Afterthoughts are known to keep haunting the mind but sometimes words cascade down the mind in the form of a poem.
Whispering Bamboos looks at the universe through our and also the people around at this juncture of time and life.
I can hear the whisper now
That has chased me all these years:
“Here my girl, this way!”
And like a talisman,
It has guarded me all this while,
From the rough weather
To the wrong company
In the journey of life.
And in life after death,
Two things matter –
The road and the companio