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Literary Lemonades

musings of a wanderer

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Tiptoe

She began to crawl and she began to cruise
and she learned to utter ‘yes’ and ‘no’,
But no one remembers just when that baby girl
actually began to tiptoe. Continue reading “Tiptoe”

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यूँ ही कभी कभी

Sometimes, I write about how much I don’t want to write. Sometimes, I am unable to write because I have just finished a beautiful book.  Sometimes, it’s just the good old writer’s block. Confused?

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The Illusion of Choice

In a world where female athletes are comfortably mocked on their lack of femininity and girls are expected to ‘look like girls’, it’s necessary to emphasise how women, even today, face an illusion of choice.

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The illness of the setting Sun

This poem is the byproduct of anger against the burning of over 30 schools in the Kashmir valley amidst civil unrest. It is disturbing to see how low humanity can stoop and what horrors it can bring forth.

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A life that slipped away without a hint

This poem is a translation of a poem I wrote long back. The original title was बीता हुआ जीवन and it is the voice of a person who is about to die and is evaluating his life in his final moments.

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Petrichor

As I stepped out of the building, the evening sun washed me over as if it was trying to have a final word before it leaves, followed by another familiar feeling. It was the petrichor. The wondrous fragrance of the first rain of the season.

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The Almighty’s messenger

A poem dedicated to all poets who observe the poetry around them and put it forth for the world.

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धर्म के अर्थ

This poem is about the increasing violence in the name of religion by people who probably do not understand the concept of religion in itself.

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Loneliness

This Loneliness in the crowd,
this clumsiness out of sophistication,
this wickedness disguised in sweet words,
and my poor happiness struggling for attention.

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