Wet Summer

waves of cloudsrolled on my patiowet summer Ah yes, the pluviophile is alive again. Indian summers seem to be taking a colonial stance; it has rained every summer in the last three years. The air seems breathable. It isn’t a heavy downpour and neither do the clouds seem to be in a heated argument, the...

Morning Interlude

It is extremely humid today. The sunrise stole its way through the clouds into the morning. If I am to believe the peacock's gossip, we can expect rains today. I think I just heard the nightjar's call which is surprising. Maybe it is confused about the hour of the day with the clouds around, or...

Breathing in the Sunrise!

We are in lockdown once again. This time the enthusiasm to save the word is dented by real data of people suffering. The chefs of last year have calmed and indulgence is at its lowest. But nature is still at work. It never stops healing. In between all the manmade chaos, I take a moment...

Seeking My Inner Buddha

In that moment of icy despair, when the soul lay bare The mind was enthralled as the illusive veil before the eyes was torn away. The veil had condemned and ostracized, all that was a part of my being And I was looking westward always waiting for the sun to set and let a new...

Rest In Peace – A Sonnet

For the lives we lost in 2020 - 21... Resonating metal sounds We clapped and clanged Bringing the house down Lockdown came with a bang He who stood tall With merely plastic shields Like a fortress wall Between our panic and pandemic And then the blistering feet covered thousands of miles Some reached half dead,...