Poems by Abhinav Vinayakh Shankar

The Saving Grace

a poem by Abhinav Vinayakh Shankar

I wait,
day and night.
In the noon- The sun, bright
In the night- The moonlight
I wait.

I wait,
left and right
I search and wait
yet no light.
I shout your name
beautiful dame,
till I am hoarse,
My voice no more than a moan.
Silently, I wait.

I wait,
throat parched
back arched,
hallucinations around every corner,
I see stars and checks.
Your pheromones still fresh in memory,
kicking me on
Not sure what burns in me
the contents of the empty bottle
or you- my hearts content.
Unknown to me.
I wait.

I wait,
Knowing you’re mine.
Yet I whine
for that elusive sign- a glimmer of hope.
Your mesmerising smile,
makes me do another mile
I trudge on and
While I wait,
my body and brain beg to relent
the heart rules unrelenting.
You’ve always brought out the fighter in me.

There is lightning and then thunder
Why I refuse to run, I wonder, even in the pitter-patter
unknown, unshaken, unmoved and unwilling
I wait even in the rain
knowing it will be in vain
For- your taste still lingers…
Lovely love

The Leveller

a poem by Abhinav Vinayakh Shankar

The leveller looms large, untamed as yet.
But God strides forth undeterred, untouched and unmoved
But is it fate that he should be levelled unsung?

The clouds too cry aloud
And rumble their fears
They shoot last minute photographs of their Lord
Then they cry as rain
That God may not walk this earth no more
And then they simply hang, shrouds of grey, black and white

The moon does not create the customary umbrae and penumbrae
Because of its phobia of what many hype to be the ‘Beginning of the End’.

The sun ran away a long time back
Refusing to cast its rays, fearing that it may be the last it ever cast.

The stars twinkle. Not from the dust.
But from the tears streaming down their cheeks.

The mountains of might lean on each others shoulders to cry
The trees sway wildly in disapproval.

God strides on
Collar turned high;
Hands pocketed;
To protect from the biting of the cold bone chilling howling wind.

Then out of the blue, the hills join in chorus and add amplitude to God’s whistles.
Then the whistles are echoed by lupine howls
They seemed to say, “We are with you all the way”

But the pandemonium only serves to incite the prowling leveller,
Drawing him closer!


a poem by Abhinav Vinayakh Shankar

With the moon, I wax and wane,
galloping through excel sheets.
Tossing back and forth my mane
making office mates wonder if I am sane.

Zizou, God

a poem by Abhinav Vinayakh Shankar

Yet another God
Not spared the rod.
Shown the card of red
God’s color – red.
Even as he threw in headers in succession,
First, hit the post,
Second, Materazzi’s chest.
Ah… Yet another racial row
Sweat pouring down his brow.
In a display of incurred wrath,
the God of the moment shows him the path…
Billions of bleeding hearts miss beats.
Tears pouring down their cheeks.
That God with astounding magical touch and ball control
couldn’t keep his temper under control
Unthinkable that with a head butt, he must
malign a glorious career and leave them in the dust.
Head bowed he trudges off,
hopefully not into oblivion.


a poem by Abhinav Vinayakh Shankar

May be I shouldn’t be doing this.
May be I wasn’t born for this.
May be I wasn’t cut out for this.
This is killing me
Tearing me and others around apart
May be I am just another NORMAL guy,
The bad guy trying to be good
May be I cannot decide;
May be I cannot think on my feet;
May be I will never learn strategy;
May be I will never learn Brearley’s art;
May be I will never learn how to speak to people;
Let alone a press conference
A leader;
Not one; Never have been one;
I definitely wasn’t born that way…
I think these guys are not made; they are born
I will never be a good one;
But my team needs a Great one.
My team as always goes ahead of me.
I quit, loser that I am, amidst tears…