CONNAUGHT PLACE AT NIGHT

(Dedicated to the magical looking glass of my friend Nishant Kumar Rishu)

The night spreads

Its wings all over

The grand thoroughfare

Like an albatross resting

At its dark prominence  

Pillars are the  

Overarching countenance,

And footfalls, the flutters of  

Its wings, creating

An aura of subdued mellifluence

© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES 

Pro-Changers

'time keeps changing
the face of our ambiance, and
the shape of things
it encapsulate,
but the pace of change, it seems, 
has accelerated
over the past some years,
more than ever before…

I have learnt this while
watching Ajay Devgan’s Phool aur Kaante on
Zee Classic …’
my brother says, and
we have a boisterous laugh, as
we curiously begin to look for
more instances of this
‘acceleration’ in change
brought about
by the unstoppable wheels of
time…
© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES

AN UNADULTERATED TAKE

haikus,
ballads,
limericks,
doggerels,
odes,
dirges,
formes fixes,
rondeaux,
epistles,
elegies……. I have got

an interesting bunch of

companions to confide in,

and to share my dreams with

dear,I hope

you won’t mind me
staying away
and listening to them,
instead of putting up with

your boring love stories, sagas of

your jejune exploits,
your inflated self-assertion,
your monumental monotonies,
your cadaverous complacence,
your pontifical bombasts
that have structured  

much of my virtual tryst with life

so far

© DEEPAK DARSHAK : MAVERICK MONOLOGUES 

IMPASSE

The red goes…!  

blunted fury

hollers in the

woods, tracing

words, stuck in

a sulfuric haze ,

inchoate gestures

in the mist, gray

riddles blaring

through an abstruse

interlude  after 

the loss of fire 

in the wings 

© DEEPAK DARSHAK (7-01-2016) : MAVERICK MONOLOGUES 

EXISTENTIAL ARITHMETIC

“Fill in the blanks with

Politically correct emotions----
Anger,
Hatred,
Love,
Excitement,
Disgust,
Fear,
Intrepidity…..”

aided by a scribe’s

tutored aptitude, I
read the rubric preceding 
a set of

objective questions, and

start following the instruction,
to solve them on

a blank sheet of life
(©DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES)

WILL O' THE WISP

autumn wears a
gown of bristles, clawing
tendrils across stretches of
wet isolation, enchanted tulips,
a crush with marauding passion,
plastic distances dissolving
darkness, passage to the
grooves of hibernation in the
coppices of a winter night

will o’ the wisp….!

tiny droplets of light
fall on faces, caught up
into a blind alley of
curious excitement

(©DEEPAK DARSHAK : MAVERICK MONOLOGUES)