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”
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.
Here’s how dreams work for a constantly dreaming person 🙂
Sometimes sweet, sometimes ecstatic.
Often scary, but always classic.
For every situation and at every stake,
My poor heart has a dream to make!