NEW YEAR 2016

Fresh ideas,

Fresh series of ticklish, tricky situations,

Fresh assortment of flat and round characters,

Fresh multitude of fragile, flirtatious and faithful gestures,

Fresh repository of

Four-colour and clichéd impulses

A new page in the Grand Narrative

Waits for the dawn 

To bloom and open it

Before us

In a few hours,

A curious world will wake up

To another scene of

Romance with time,

On the everlasting proscenium of

LIFE…

© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES

THERMOSPHERE

Grub Street grasses
Grow taller, enveloping
Horrific dungeons, proliferating
Bludgeoning holes

Trudge along, tramps!
Trudge along, paltry
Trotters! Your 
Tatter-boats need to be 
Soft-footed,
Sharp-eared,
Blank-eyed, 
While passing through 
The zone of 
Predating freaks 

© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES 

DEVIANCE

A Thucydidean thoroughfare

For the gathering and

Dispersal of wildest of

Thoughts, thrives on

Deep inside

Dizzying mobility,

Gravitating pulsations of

Notion tides, Obfuscations

Rooted in imbecile fantasies

Flurrying through neurons,

Feed to a latent strength

Lunacy is their word

For all this, which

I call a way to see

The world differently   

© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES 

DELHI: WINTER 2015

Siege of mist,

Bemused Sun,

Boulevards crowded with

Phosphorescent djinns

And phlegmatic yuppies

Snooze and snore in the

Arms of

A translucent darkness

At noon

© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES 

WAY OF THE WORLD

Proliferation of lies
Paves the way

Manipulating geniuses are 
Readying to perpetuate 
An atmosphere of decay

The stench has already begun to 
Spread,
Will soon be everywhere, 
To people with sensitive noses, 
The world will be either foul 
Beyond a remedy, or 
Manageable for a while 
With some nervous prayer, 
While to those sans such noses, 
Everything will still be 
Absolutely fair

© DEEPAK DARSHAK (December 2015) 

ANOMIE: A SOLILOQUY

Someone or the other
Keeps peeping through
My words,
Images,
Phrases, 
Puns,
Whenever I admire
The beauty of the Moon

It’s often too difficult to
Delete their presence
From the leaves of life
Just by a few clicks on
The screen

Let me go elsewhere,
Do something else,
Or
Create a new solitude,
To spare the eyes
The pain of spotting
Callous strangers
In a dilapidated house of memories

© DEEPAK DARSHAK (December 2015)