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Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Enough Is Enough

 

Even Mahatma Gandhi would have lost his cool today. 

#rapeculture


Medium- FC Pitt pens on A5 paper


Color Version in FC Polys




Sunday, September 13, 2020

Hell- Fire

 

There are many pressing issues nowadays like massive virus outbreak, Indo-China border tussle, unemployment, suicides, floods, economic slowdown and what not. Sadly, we are invested in scripted political dramas that TV channels play out day and night. We need to understand distractions and prioritize our issues.

Who smoked how much weed and who got into a stupid tweet war with whom are ways to snatch our attention from government’s failures in core matters. We need to see that a hellfire is raging around while we are enjoying it as if it is a holy fire.


Sunday, August 30, 2020

You Must Be Around: Eighty Poems on Love, Life and Longing - Revised Edition!

Check out the revised edition of my poetry collection

You Must Be Around: Eighty Poems on Love, Life and Longing 

now available at a reduced price of Rs 99 (Kindle) in a new cover edition! Available on Amazon worldwide!

                                            

With thoughtfully crafted words and lovely imagery, these eighty beautiful poems on love, life and longing will touch your heart and soothe your soul.

The first section, ‘Love’ describes the ideas about love, and feelings. The second one, ‘Life’ deals with aspects such as nature, death, rebirth and Karma. The third one ‘Longing’ is about pain and heart-breaks.


Sunday, August 23, 2020

The Linear Tide- My New Book is Out!

I am so glad to tell you that my new novel 'The Linear Tide' is out (e-book)!

The unique story of a simpleton Avni, an erudite Manav and a compassionate Anurag, 'The Linear Tide' is out on Amazon India!


When Avni meets an erudite and loving ad-man Manav, he splits open a new world of knowledge, literature, art and creativity in front of her making her realize how philistine she had been. Anurag, a vet who also enters her life guides her into a world of compassion, even though he is fighting his own demons and she finds herself trying hard to save his life from collapsing. Their lives then take a strange turn when the ghost of the past returns and she decides to make an unusual choice.

The story, through many other interesting characters, also explores some relationships which are perfect in their own peculiar way.

Do check out. I hope you will enjoy reading it!


Monday, August 10, 2020

Handcuffs

Love, did I tell you that
I hand-picked each syllable of
The verses you tossed at me
In your fits of affection,
They still sing in my playlist
I never hush them up

Love, did I tell you that,
The hues you so loved
Are trapped in my knitting pins
On long haunting nights,
That half-done crimson sweater
Still comforts me to sleep

Love, did I tell you that,
The cotton socks we bought
In matching fluorescent colors
In flying pups, giggling kittens print
On the New Year flash sale once
Still warm my feet on coldest days

Love, did I tell you that,
You flew off but I am still caged
With my heart and soul tied
With handcuffs only I can see

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We are often handcuffed by things that seem simple and innocuous. They affect us emotionally in many ways. 





Friday, July 17, 2020

Revive

I penned this poem years ago. Revival is not only inevitable but it is necessary as well. Everything stagnant rots. Shedding off emotional baggage is an important step of this process.



Saturday, July 11, 2020

गुफ्तगू

नीम  शब्  बेहोश चाँद  और एक ग़मज़दा  दिल 
आज  ज़िन्दगी  को  गुफ्तगू  करने  बुलाया  है ...



Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Lockdown



अपनी छोटी सी मुट्ठी में एक टुकड़ा धूप पकड़ती 
अपनी ललचायी आंखों से अपनी भाइयों को निहारती 
उस गेंद को उनसे ऊपर उछालना चाह्ती हुई बच्ची
वो मैं ही तो थी 

अपनी थकी हुई माँ के साथ चूल्हे के पास सिकती 
शाम होते ही खेल छोड़ घर भागती वापस आती  
अपनी दादी के साथ मंदिर सत्संग में बैठी हुई 
वो मैं ही तो थी 

स्कूल में सहेलियों के साथ पीछे की बेंच पर, धीमे हंसती 
घर का फ़ोन नंबर मांगने वालों को शिकायत का डर देती 
बूढ़े टेलर से अपनी स्कर्ट को बार बार और नीचे सिलवाती हुई 
वो मैं ही तो थी 

एक ही रास्ते से चुन्नी लपेटे चुपचाप कॉलेज आती जाती
बनारसी साडी में शर्माते हुए चाय समोसे की ट्रे लाती 
एक अजनबी से ख़ुशी से सात जनम जुड़ती हुई 
वो मैं ही तो थी 

अपने बेटे में अपने अधूरे सपने छुपाने वाली 
अपनी बेटी के लिए चुन चुन दहेज़ जोड़ने वाली 
खुद को भूल सबकी पसंद को पूरा करती हुई 
वो मैं ही तो थी 

वो खिड़की, वो मंदिर, वो पीछे की बेंच 
वो सीधा रास्ता, वो टेलर, वो रसोई
मैंने तो हर तरह के 'lockdown' देखे हैं
तुम्हारे लिए ये सिर्फ एक नया शब्द है
जिसने तुम्हे परेशान कर दिया है 
पर मैंने जाने कितनी सदियों जिसे हर रोज़ जिया है