यह कविता एक मरते हुए व्यक्ति के आखिरी विचार हैं, जब वो ये चिन्तन कर रहा है कि उसने जीवन में आख़िर क्या खोया और क्या पाया ।
बीता हुआ जीवन
Cashew cookies and a glass of milk
I lost my paternal grandparents a few years back and this poem is dedicated to one of my favourite childhood memories with them.
Reverse Evolution 1.0
Recently, I read about an interesting phenomenon. Imagine that you are offered a gold coin right now or two gold coins tomorrow. What would you pick? Most of us would pick two coins later and for good reason. Continue reading “Reverse Evolution 1.0”
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.
जीत और हार
हर खामोशी के पीछे एक सैलाब उमड़ने कॊ है खड़ा,
पर दुनिया के इन सवालों में कुछ तेज़ाब हॊता है ।
इंसान सोचता है कभी मिलेगा एक पल सुकून का
पर कुदरत का खुशी से कुछ इंतकाम होता है ।
The power lies within you
When these gliding bits of paper
sway and float in the sky,
resemble an epitome of human ardour
high and high and high!
Gold vs Copper
I thought one day that between gold and copper
who is the one better and deserving?
Gold, the one famous for its lustre and beauty,
or copper that makes it enduring.
