This blob of colour looks like Ganesha
A few strokes of colour Sometimes a few lines Are enough to create walls Of religion, politics, and hate And we become lovers of Blacks, Whites, Browns Or Yellows, Shallow, and Mixes We allot a direction And East doesn’t remain one where The sun rises But a club of concepts That divides… It is the...
The magical marriage app
Well, you may not believe this but navigation through technology for the music of a peppy marriage is possible. All you need is an imaginary app (because no has yet thought of creating one that my rhyming couplets talk about) to make it all happen. And if this really happens, all one can say with...
And then a poem got some words
Poetry, like music, happens all the time Within us and outside us But not everyone pauses long enough To notice thoughts that follow a feather floating in the air Or eyes that blink a coded message Moments come and go like ocean tides, only faster They hardly have the patience to linger I think they...
To spit or not to spit
A few words accelerating Not deliberately aimed These words lash out like dogs untamed And if they hit you, you get maimed A few words accelerating Words that we must all tolerate Protests are always shown the gate Labelled ‘intolerant’, their fate! A few words accelerating Find a home in print, on virtual walls Exist...
The nest isn’t the world
The morning flight of birds Is so like our morning walk With less words More insights New definitions of the world Revealed every time We venture out. So get up and get out Of your laziness Walk, jog, or move about Take your pick Of inspired thoughts And amaze God’s maze By joining every dot!...
Sach Yahin Hai – a poem in Hindi
Sach Yahin Hai Tumhe lagta hai sach shabdon ke beech rehta hai? Ghumavdaar sadak ke mod par baithta hai? Chaurahe par khada, sirf zor se hansta hai? Andhere mein sabko aur sab kuch dekhta hai? Mujhe lagta hai sach na kuch dikhata hai na bolta Aur na hi kisi darwaze ko kabhie kholta...
What do you see?
Two kettles? Just two kettles? Is that all that you see? You don’t see two generations looking in different directions? Don’t you see rural life and an urban perspective? Or the tussle between machine-made and man-made? Don’t you see a story trying to come out? Or a poem simmering inside? Or maybe just the excitement...
A poem waits to be completed
A cluster of words huddled together As wishes and dreams Or protests against some injustice Waits to become a complete poem But I look at them and look away As they seem alien now. The idea that sparked them into life Is long gone Probably not forgotten But it remains hidden and is now Too...
My Clingy Experience
To cling or not to cling was never a choice She did it all the time in action and voice ‘I’ll go with you’ or ‘We’ll do this together’ Even in hot, horrid, and sultry weather Even when I was in my own thoughts far away She wanted me near her each moment every day...
The time for freebies is over
No subsidies and no free lunches Do not hurt anyone Freedom to pay comes with corruption in shackles Honest tackles, And something constructive done.
For my teacher
If I can read the books around me If I can write of all that I see If I now know how much is how much It’s all because some teacher taught me! So today and this day each year I sit and think with a mind that’s clear And remember my teachers from yore...
