The confused goats of Palampur – ONE
The confused goats of Palampur (A series of three poems) One Sure-footed, I can hop up and down Treacherous rocks up on the mountains But jumping off a bridge because of a stranger? I am thinking. I am on a bridge And on the other side I see Lots of nibble-worthy nature-grown food But...
Syllables waiting for a voice
Syllables waiting for a voice (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) 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...
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
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...
Loved. Lost. So what? Radha still sings
Loved. Lost. So what? Radha still sings Review of ‘Radha’ by Leena Saldhana Creativity has everything to do with a new perspective… always and invariably. By this definition, the short poems in this collection by Leena Saldhana, are simply charming. I mean, where else would I get Radha that ‘…fyi / They invented Kajal /...
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
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 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
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 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 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? 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...
