
Die I must today This, the sculptor, does say, every day, Chisel and hammer, the shed, the stone Wait for him, whilst he lies lone. […] Read More
Poems. Reminiscences. More.
Die I must today This, the sculptor, does say, every day, Chisel and hammer, the shed, the stone Wait for him, whilst he lies lone. […] Read More
Amongst the zillions of writings about youMy words are simple, small but trueI pour my heart out to theeMy city, my Jaan, my Dilli! I […] Read More
What does my country mean to thee? If it’s not camels, carousels and cacophony What is India if not the hullabaloo Her identity lies in […] Read More
Bright red scarf and an orange hat Soft wrinkles, her lipstick’s red matte, Crunching the leaves under her bicycle wheel There she flies, without her […] Read More
Amidst the barren, broken and yellow earthLies an arid dream, dirty white at birth,Somewhere in the crevices, covered by crustBlinking, hiding, fighting the dust. He […] Read More
Never would I have known the power of language, had I not moved to Sweden. Sweden is one of the most picturesque countries in the […] Read More
My dear T, do not worry, You’re dis-balanced, disarray, do not feel sorry, You’re teary eyed, walk muddy feet and bruised your knee, I have […] Read More
Limp whilst I walk, tears whilst I sleep Swollen nerves, sore feet, Pain is ever so deep, Knees wobble, limbs are weak Tummy rumbles, signals […] Read More
Plush blue carpet, teak wood floor Clear glass windows, little white door Creamish peach couch, red cushions Tea, cakes and tinge of magical infusion Sunshine […] Read More
It was my friend’s baby shower. I wore a pale pink saree and light makeup. Reaching for the shoe rack, I started digging in the […] Read More