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.
Posts tagged "poetry"
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...
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...
The Press Launch

The Press Launch

The Press Launch   A product, some words, lights And attention fights Sifts the pragmatic from insane The directionless from the brutal plain Looks for whatever stands out And that’s what this picture is about! . . .   . . . Arvind Passey 28 March 2017
What the cow said

What the cow said

Always in the news Open to views The cow remains confused Thinks its name is over-used One cow that looked in my eyes Felt it understood lies That wore a guise of faith Without understanding fate.
Women are insane!

Women are insane!

Women are insane – They do all the right things At a blazing pace that stings And win. They also sin. They break queues, Skip dues, Remain in the news, Come with their stock of views. They write, They fight, And bite and spite, And have tears to show their might. They are everywhere.
Fitness redefined in tweet rhymes

Fitness redefined in tweet rhymes

Come on now, walk more, talk less And life no longer will be a mess! If you can stand and do, why sit? If you walk and do, you remain fit. Exercise your body and also your mind Even on a tough day it helps you unwind! Keep the mind fit and find time to...
The traveller

The traveller

Alone he rows forth to discover The one within – the travel lover Shores matter but the journey more Journeys stack stories, store lore. . . . . . . Arvind Passey 12 July 2016