warm familiar stories of quiet balmy young springs lost in cold chaos (Haiku#2)
The Average Guy
He is like the dust mite bitten, golden brown edged, aged leaf Of a book she has known all her life; the scent of which makes her believe there were days She could sink in the thrill of living, Embracing the known, untroubled by the unknown, and there is a future That will grow to…
weight of solitude
Manapad: Where Nights Often Wept as the Seraphs Slept
Couple of years ago, I made a trip to Tamil Nadu on the off chance that on this land of Gods I might find the strength to deal with my life, which was edging on the brinks of a sea change. Although I planned on reaching Kanyakumari, after making several stops along the Coromandel coastline,…
Smit, Mawphlang and moods of a day
I don’t remember the day, but it was in 2015 – a year I had travelled much, without any plans- that I embarked on a journey to discover the countryside towards south of Shillong in the East Khasi hills. Back then Meghalaya hadn’t been explored much by tourists, and places like Dawki were only beginning…
being natural, living naturally
Not long ago my husband and I visited Earth Kitchen. I hadn’t stepped out of the city (or cities!) for two months and even as a child, two months was the longest duration I could stay away from nature. For me nature meant, and still means country life- hills, rivers, trees, fields, cows, dogs, birds,…
age of affluence, eidolons of emotions
We saw it coming easy: the stage set, chairs laid out for millions of audience, and our fingers equipped to give us thousand shapes in seconds. There are thousand doors too, which would readily open for us, because it is no age of Aladdin’s cave of wonder; nor have we waited for our husbands to…
Dreams, Demons and Frost Flowers
Colourful flowers graced her bright white nightie and she glided with an angelic aura, as she made way through the light, the brilliance of it keeping me from opening my eyes, carrying her daughter in her arms, smiling, playing, laughing, smiling again with eyes full of gratitude. “What were you like?” Like the morning star.…
Her Quiet Lover and Their Road
A new over-bridge was being built. Concrete and glass structures, most of them identical apartments and shopping malls, concealed from view the old, now mite bitten, carpentry shops lined along the road. The makeshift laundry shop, as luck would have it, a permanent one in the vicinity, was no more there. During the days when…
Protected: A note of thanks to the people close to my heart…
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Crossings and Convergence
In that world, where we were first introduced I laid my eyes on a poem The beginnings of a blue, tender. We prepared to play you in me, and I learnt Poetry is more than stroking this tapestry- Life? In this world, where beauty is in dawns never meeting Twilights And the pond the sky,…
अहम् के बहाने?
कोई कला का कैदी तोह कोई कृत्य का बिच में उलझेलूल हम क्षणिक सुख की झलक क्या मिल गयी तलब पे उतर आये हम सोचा था कि अपने बारे में कभी न बोलेंगे, पर क्या करें अल्फाज़ मुलाज़िम जो ठहरे सुर्ख आँसुओं के दबी हुयी दुखों की बुनियाद पे जिंदगी खड़ी तोह नहीं की…
Halftones 