Yellow is my favorite colour. I can see no more, but I feel. I feel it when I eat 'dal' and suck on mangoes. The taste tells me if it is yellow. I am a slow eater now, I try to savour the colours more. I feel it, when I sit by the window and … Continue reading #002 #100POEMCHALLENGE
Why do you pull down that top? Pull up that skirt? And suck in your tummy, when you look at me? Why do you stand with disappointment, hoping to be someone you are not? Why do you cover your scars with expensive cream and concealer? And press your rebellious hair to make it straight? Why … Continue reading #001 #100POEMCHALLENGE
The ride from the station is always a special one. My memory of the place leads my emotions home first; I just follow it. The ride to the station is always difficult. Heart sits back stubbornly, feet reluctant to leave; already wanting to come back soon. The days in between -- pass like winter afternoon; … Continue reading HS Episode #1
Only a poet at heart sees poetry in mundane things; like fireflies and porch swings.
I decided to move on with a heavy heart, for I knew our love was torn apart. Here lay my heart, with feelings suppressed; All the memories we have shared, have only left me in a mess. Never knowing if we’d have a chance to get back together, Just tried to forget what we had … Continue reading The other way
Every year, unfailingly, on 15th of August, we retell the tales of our freedom struggle. 71 years ago, on this day, newspapers carried headlines in bold, _'Independence Dawn'_ _'The battle won'_ and and _'Sovereign India born'_. But ask about freedom of religion to the 17 year old, whose life was subjected to his religious preferences. … Continue reading Freedom
A poem on crying. Cry like a candle softly on the ground, like a mother holding her firstborn and overwhelmed by its sound. Cry like a pack of wolfs crying from afar, like a kid tending skinned knee's scar. Cry like the silence preceeding a storm, like someone for the first time leaving home. Cry … Continue reading On crying
To break the silence. Because, anything more beautiful than we are, makes us vulnerable.
I am just a body in the crowd. Hungrily and hurriedly scanned. No different from others, until you read my content. You strip me with your eyes, like million others. And try to see, if I am what you're looking for. If I am, what I look on the exterior. I am, what I am … Continue reading If newspaper headlines could speak!
An ordinary pencil that we all have held, at least once, in between our fingers, could give us a teaching of a lifetime on how to be a human, if only we give it a chance. Firstly, it teaches us that we can fabricate- greatness, masterpieces. We can give shape to ideas that come to … Continue reading 5 steps to be a human.
Rain, You can be who you choose to be. Depends on how you grew up, and what kind of society you saw? You can be a lover, caring and kind. Welcomed, praised and embraced with a heart and open mind. One that reaches to one's soul, makes one happy and washes away scars and gives … Continue reading Rain
You no longer enjoy playing in the Sun, nor I see you shout, cycle or run. Basketball, volley ball- doesn't interest you anymore. You just seem to be searching for a new sky to soar. Dear twelve year old me, you're going through a change, I could see. I saw you sitting quietly at the … Continue reading For the twelve year old me
This picture will not tell, how pretty pictures of this place on those fancy travel websites, lured me. And I set on to explore it, with much glee. This picture will not tell, the stories of those mighty ranges, from whose foothill I started. Nor about those beautiful winding road, covering the Himalayas like a … Continue reading What this picture say?
I can't tell you for sure for how long I've known her, and since when we're friends. What I can tell you is, what this friendship means to me, and how beautiful a soul is she! My constant, store-house of all my secrets, and roll-on-the-floor-and-laugh partner. She joins me, unfailingly, in all the illogical things … Continue reading Nimi’s birthday
The first time I fell in love, I fell because he was tall, fair and handsome. And wore good perfume. He wrote to me my first romantic letter saying, "Without you, I feel like what Alexander the great might have felt while crossing the Gedrosian desert". And reading it, I almost heard my 'fluttering' heart. … Continue reading Time and again
Enlightening the mind without enlightening the heart, serves no purpose at all. What good is the will, which afraid to stand after experiencing a fall? Defeat, failures are only events, which shall definitely pass. Do not let it define you, and do not fuss. Keep your spirit up, stand tall and hold your head high; … Continue reading Meant to fly
Some came in unattended, some picked and lovingly mended. Some discarded without a thought, some disarmingly caught. Some still new born, and some proudly owned. Some written and then erased, while some lived to amaze.
My heart aches to see People questioning humanity How to define it clearly, It is you and it is me. Stop once and contemplate How God decides our fate Today it is them, tomorrow might be you So, what is torn let us sew. Come forward and take a step For those who are crying … Continue reading My heart aches to see