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.
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.
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.