The Real Fiction

All that we experience, our perceptions – sights & insights – seem like a surreal mix of fact and fantasy. There are no lines dividing anything anywhere & existence rides upon interpretations. This blog will surf, fly, jog, dive, swim, jump & at times even hobble through planes of experiences that will include poetry, protests, design, tales, photo-tales and whatever else is discovered & needs to be shared.
Poetry
Syllables waiting for a voice

Syllables waiting for a voice

Syllables waiting for a voice Silence doesn’t exist anywhere Not even in a voiceless stare. The mind invents sounds to see Even a future that may never really be – Sometimes I call them syllables waiting for a voice. The headlines screech and scream Even when they mention a poor deleted dream. Rocks stand around...
Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets

Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets

Technology and fitness in rhyming tweets From calories burnt to pulse & heart-beats, from plans & records to advisory sheets, we have with us now our wonderful tech beats! Technology and fitness are wrapped around each other for now…   Gadgets help, gadgets remind, they connect Gadgets push, gadgets pull, they protect! Gadgets remind us...
I’m not racing you, buddy

I’m not racing you, buddy

It wasn’t a race and yet you ran faster. Never once looking back. Never waiting, As I stopped to catch my breath, panting, Exhausted, and unable to catch up. I stopped too often, for far too long And you finally disappeared from my sight. I didn’t stop running… Or walking, as some whispered in my...
More Indian Than You Think

More Indian Than You Think

I browse the net and see the world At home in bed as I lie curled I hug the world through my Facebook Through tweets I let them watch my nook Whatsapp to know what’s up and on I Instagram through night and morn I travel far before you blink Yet I’m more Indian than...
Fusion in poetry is a reality today

Fusion in poetry is a reality today

Fusion in poetry is a reality today   Bhelpuri with nachos khate hue this came to my mind: Arre, because only in masaledaar thoughts can you find The poetry of ideas apni original shape mein Unpretentious, uncompromising, and never unkind. ‘Bhasha se gaddaari is the worst sort of crime,’ It said aloud following some Hinglish...
Codename - Green

Codename – Green

She is looking at you. Carefully. An incisive glance, Thoughtful Weighing all pros and cons Linking the present With the past as well as the future Wondering how much of this glance Needs to exude friendliness. Be careful. She is looking at you.
The story tellers

The story tellers

The story tellers   Lies within What lies within The lies within… One word changes the world And willingly tells Stories far more powerful Than even words can imagine. And lies Become leaves Granting life To stories Within stories. Layers, after all, must reveal More layers – This is what layers do well, you see....
An upside-down world

An upside-down world

What if all that we see turns upside down – What will be on the other side of brown? Will a clown still be a clown? Will we remain fearful of a frown? Where shall we go If down is up and up is down? What if all that we see turns upside down?
Face the Face

Face the Face

Face the face   He searched for the story of expressions In a mirror’s impressions Counted the number of wrinkles, Measured the depth of his dimples, Tested the varying shades of complexion, Zoomed in on his graying reflection, Copied selfie smiles of twenty-somethings, And murmured, ‘None of this stings!’ Are there twists and turns that...
The Corrupt

The Corrupt

The corrupt   We hate doors and windows and ventilators, Of open terraces we are professed haters. Hidden doorways and intrigue-dipped lockets, Secret basements and coded Dockets, Concealed lockers and books that are cases – Thrill our minds, our heart races! We are the ones who flee at midnight To gallop and sprint to our...
Who says a Chetan Bhagat novel doesn’t have poetry in it?

Who says a Chetan Bhagat novel doesn’t have poetry in it?

Who says a Chetan Bhagat novel doesn’t have poetry in it?   His tongue Reached a point Which was a little strange. He was going to finally grow up.
Arre Gaekwad, Yeh Tune Kya Kia?

Arre Gaekwad, Yeh Tune Kya Kia?

Arre Gaekwad, Yeh Tune Kya Kia?   Democracy mein autocratic gussa kiya? Air India official ko thappad maar diya? And then you said: Kar lo jo karna hai, Meri Sena ne mujhe protection hai diya! Arre Gaekwad, yeh tune kya kia? Air India ka sudhaar thappad se kaise hoga Unhone pehna hai besharmi ka choga...