Poetry

"...all secrets in the sacristy of your soul..."

"...Repairing is a delicate act..."

"Don’t waste time..."

"...I recall the fragrance of those meals you imagined for my childhood..."

"...I want to see what is coming to get me..."

"...Who gets to rank wars?..."

"...your face, a silken flower...

"...waiting for the stars to fall..."

Rishi Kunal is a practitioner of law with a passion for writing poetry. His work traverses the austere corridors of urban existence and the moral intricacies embedded within it. Drawing upon his training as an attorney, he renders with precision the textures of routine, the weight of ethical ambiguity and the quiet hypocrisies that underwrite modern survival.

"The earth trembles every day, every night..."

"...The sweetest and cutest young fellow..."

"...with the insignia of the impresario out of reach..."

"...Fog dims lights in the compound..."

"I didn’t really know the guy on the next block..."

"...Where do birds master the art of flight?..."

"...in my solitude lies my peace..."

"...i see Ginsberg napping by the roadside..."

"...dancing with an armadillo?..."

"...Nearly broke me..."

"There is one moon..."

"...I gave him a twenty and it threw me into life..."

"...Those that care implement free education and healthcare..."

"...Quartz mica feldspar glistening..."

"... So, we share the quarterdeck..."

"...Wind wafted pungence of mowed grass...."

"It is not always the same sunrise..."

"...there is a cost to both and a value..."

"...Additions to curiosa keep me afloat..."

"...Will the war end?..."

"...there’s a chain of command we've broken into..."