what you create is creating you
The moon has no light of its own and merely reflects sunlight while the stars we see have their own lights. Still, the world celebrates the moon owing to its bigger size as compared to the twinkling stars. Sometimes, this happens with people too. Continue reading “नूर”
I just had a lovely weekend in the hills, so it’s only natural that I write about it which I did. The wonderful array of shades in which the sunshine interacted with the hills made me feel as if the sunshine finds her favored home in the hills and only visits us elsewhere out of obligation 🙂
Amidst the roars of silence
my heart perches
the nest of sunshine.
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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As a girl child growing up in India, I have had an insider’s experience of the conflicting double standards enveloping the gender-based bias in my country.
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All the good stories are out there waiting to be told in a fresh, wild way.
I didn’t say that; it was Ray Bradbury, but I could not have agreed more.
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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.
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कलम is the Hindi word for a pen. This poem is about my state of mind as I constantly look around for stories and yet when I write something, I don’t know how it came about. It’s almost as if the pen and paper had a mind of their own 🙂 Continue reading “कलम”
I visited Varanasi last year and clicked this picture during my boat ride across the river Ganges. There was something about these shivering reflections that stayed with me all this time and today, when I began to write my first Haiku, this image was all I could think of. Continue reading “Reflections”
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”
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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