Tenant Takeover

Lockdown 2020 has seen nature heal and takeover spaces that we humans had encroached upon, What if the takeover happens in a part of your own home and that too in your happy space?

WINDOWS in my world

A window is important to the writer. It usually decides their view of the world. Whether it opens into a starry night or a morning sunrise, whether one steps into a busy street through it or reaches out to the clouds decide the setting and inspiration to the pen in hand. But there is another...

Salt & Peppered Prayer

whispering into my window first rays of the sun wakes me to dustlight of memories undone   echoes through the morning cacophony of our laughter mixed with rusty creaking bicycles unsplashed puddles fragrant with earth petrichor reminders linger in the air   broken pencils, ink drained out of pens artificial worlds connecting few some time...

Contrails of an Over-brooding Mind

Did you know that almost everything visible to the human eye has a word for it? In some language or another, you will find it. No matter how minuscule or irrelevant its existence is to us. Aiglet is the small plastic or metal covering at the end of the shoelace. Does anyone even notice it?...

Epilogue – Closures of a different kind

Words flow into blank pages creating inkblots of stories, Smudges of characters and twists of punctuation Pre-positioned chapters and then life happens… In details of time, a story lost, giving away the plot The ghostwriter takes charge, rips away the story’s heart In details of time, a story lost, giving away the plot Scribbles on...

For the Foolish Heart

1 Affairs of the foolish heart Passionate tangles of Spring and Fall Unusual promises ‘till death do us apart” Affairs of the foolish heart ‘Happily ever after’ like a game of darts Blunt arrows fly and hit the wall Affairs of the foolish heart Passionate tangles of Spring and Fall 2 I stepped into the...

together or not?

you and i hand in hand play a game of being us only us has missed chance the wait of one so near is a lie we yet unearth

Adjectively Murder

Murder She Wrote!

Stupidity, the Dawg!

(with no offense meant to the canine)Lockdown days have pushed me back into my favorite place - the balcony. I start my mornings with an unhazed view of the sunrise and soak in a little bit of vitamin D which my Doc says I am completely drained off. From the balcony, I have a view......

Ode to ‘The Freedom of the Moon’

Poetry always intrigued me, and in the earlier days when I found connect with words beyond the general rhyme, some poets made an impression that lingers on. Shelley’s Ozymandias, A A Milne’s The Wind, R L Stevenson’s The Vagabond, Shiv Mangal Singh Suman’s ‘Hum Panchhi Unmukt Gagan Ke’ and Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’...