Taking a stand for your passions is not easy. Despite that, there are people who do not bow down in front of what life brought their way and instead pursue their passions relentlessly. This poem is dedicated to all such people 🙂
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.
A week ago, an idea got stuck in my head. The Ship of Theseus. The paradox of the Ship of Theseus. The more I thought of it, the crazier it drove me. Eventually, I wrote a poem about it. All that ran in my head at that time was writing about this age-old dilemma thatContinue reading “Interpretations”
I went to see a friend today and ended up noticing the lit windows of the buildings on my way. The thought that behind every window is probably a person with a life as complex as my own moved me and I had to write it down, so I did. The word for this realisationContinue reading “City lights”
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 ofContinue reading “Nest of Sunshine”
Ship of Theseus is a dilemma of identity that raises the following question: If all the parts of a ship have been replaced, does it still remain the same ship?
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 🙂
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.
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.
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?