The Last Battle - Fury of the Feline
I am glad I am not an engineer or else the allegory would definitely be “Life is like Water in a Glass meant for Wine!” Isn’t it the truth that we all are in containers that may be not meant for us? A letter from a friend recently put me to thought - Why do... Continue Reading →
It’s been a long time since words like terrorism, bombings, jihad and infiltration were not part of the daily headlines. As we sift through words like jihad, al-Qaeda and ISIS in our daily dose of information, we expect news of bombings, suicide squads, gun-fire and destruction. It is almost as if these people have nothing else to do but to follow a chaotic agenda of spreading violence and terror.
I grew up with the legendary tales of Robin Hood, Asoka, Lord Ram, Akbar, and Shah Jahan and recited the poetry of Khayyam and Mirza Galibh. Their beautiful words had a resonating impact on me. I imagined them as a part of my ancestry. It never dawned or seemed important to me that Robin Hood was actually British, and that Akbar, whose chaste Urdu in times of grief and anger resembled my grandfather’s, did not even belong to me or my…
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"Brethren we shall survive, God is on our side!" His voice was loud, So cheered the crowd. Alas he didn't know, He was more mortal Than any man. What his Messiah did not tell him, His new born was part of the plan! When men decide in the name of God!
The rucksack of guilt is extremely weighty today. Every corner of my body seems to have drained out. Murder can be a tiresome job; especially if someone else has committed it. Sitting here in this box like cell, charged of my husband's murder, I wonder ... Was it really worth? So meticulously I planned everything, to... Continue Reading →
Life seems simple when I am just an aeroplane. It is easy to fly away from anything to anywhere. Now I would love being a Jumbo Jet, but yet, To transfigure into a Sky Hawk is fun too. Of course I am powerful, Any man who can transform into a plane would be! But it... Continue Reading →
I grew up in the small city of Dehradun. The influence of the town just rubs into your personality and no matter where you go you will always yearn for the little pleasures it yields. A mountain range to boast of, a canal flowing through the city, a forest, huge open bungalows, Mango and Litchi trees and my childhood...
You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill you just walked up, seems so small Look man … Behind it a mountain still... Continue Reading →
The dawn covered with a cloudy blanket, The sun busy playing hide n seek. I walk bare feet on the wet grass. My skin caressed by the breeze. My soul is calm as I walk through the trail, The peacock calls out with a news, Its time for spring rain he says A happy shower... Continue Reading →
Awake in twilight, Sleep eludes me. Not a feeling of restlessness, But a calm inside, The sky is a cool blue, The wind carries a pleasant chill Standing in the balcony I wonder I am not in turmoil, Yet I stand awake, alone This must be inner peace. A deep breath is in place, I... Continue Reading →