Castles on the Beach
A small poetic piece on the permanence of hope.
Aarya Gandre
Poetry. Literature. Philosophy.
Delusion - A Poem
A recent train trip involving some keen reading of Dylan Thomas; (for those of you who don't know, the poet behind the famous lines from Interstellar, "Do not go gently into that good night, rage, rage, against the dying of the light.") has led to the following poem.
Aarya Gandre
A Stroll & Billy Joel
As a Mumbaikar staying in Pune, there is always the comparison between the two cities playing on your mind. Walking through the streets, how the trees look, how the people smile, how the cars honk, if you observe closely, they really are different.
Aarya Gandre
Wake of the Mind - A Poem
A long delayed post. This one is dedicated to the start of the new year. The past year has had its own stories. Yet, the feeling of having missed out on finding beauty in the simplest pleasures that life has to offer was something I was persistently being nagged by. And I'm happy to say that January has been a particularly wonderful month in that regard. So here's to forging new stories and opening your eyes to previously unseen experiences. I hope you all like it!
Aarya Gandre
A Million Tragedies - A Poem
A million tragedies left unsolved, Man stood on the road of a solitary compound.As the world around him ceaseless revolved,In thunderous cackles and evil sound.The man stood lone.His burden forsake.With fear to his bone,Cursing God and Make.His quest to seek Joy,Proven to be fake.
Aarya Gandre
In the Quietest of the Quiets - A Poem
In the quietest of the quiets,In the darkest of nights Sitting by the river daleThe only sound I heard was the sound of the nightingale.
Aarya Gandre
An Artist's Lore - A Poem
Hello readers! The following is a poem intended as a celebration of the 'Artist'. One devoid of material joys and disconnected from worldly commitments. He simply exists for the sake of his art and dedicates all his life for it.
Aarya Gandre
The Smell of Time - A Poem
12 o'clock And there's the chime!With the sweet night airBringing spring to the eveAs the city sleeps fair In its peaceful dreamThere amidst towers of the old skylineThere I found, the smell of time.As a mind wandered on -
Aarya Gandre