She blamed him on days that it rained, on days that the sun shone bright, on days she couldn't sleep and on days she missed to wake in time to catch the sunrise!
मेरी जीविशा
मैं धरा से बनी हूँ अब्र में रमी हूँ सूती सिलवट से कभी तो कभी रेशम से सजी हूँ कहीं आकाश सी मुक्त हूँ कहीं रिश्तों में बंधी हूँ दिन भर थिरकती धड़कन सी कितनी रातों जगी हूँ राधा बन प्रेम की माला बनी कभी कभी सीता सा त्याग दे चुकी हूँ कभी झरना हूँ... Continue Reading →
The Surrenderer
In the green mystic garden, everything was in place. Toiled to perfection with tools. Sunlight filtered down through the lush mango trees, barely touching the ground. This is where Ika usually sat, under the oldest tree, testing her bow string. Dressed in black from top to bottom, her clothes were wax coated to last longer... Continue Reading →
Liberty in Bali
Bali is underrated, almost protected - like a secret. Inexplicable in words - a smile is the most commonly used expression use to elucidate the feeling. Go with whatever plans you want, stay there for more than a week and you'll come back a changed person. Changed for the better. It's the best of Kerela meeting... Continue Reading →
Romancing the Pyre
I saw a pyre burning. The show seemed to be very unpopular. I got the box seat and the best view in the many dimensional screen. 15 feet right under my nose were remains of 2 lives that had just ended. I was scared to see this through but my feet froze and so did... Continue Reading →
Immersed in Life
Lone, loner, lonesome. Underwater. Minus speech & scream & tears. With exaggerated reverberation of life within. Each beat thumping thuds yet silence amidst billions of life forms. Hear each measured breath, feel it through the body. Inhaling through the mouth, exhaling through the nose - exactly opposite of the terrestrial relaxation expression. Dip in, float,... Continue Reading →
Lime Chime
Sitting out in the sun, in my little green patch, I had no agenda. Mindlessly wandering through the house, leaving the phone and all other electronic screens and sounds I came out to this ignored nook. The breeze was still chilly this late in January and the skin on my face stretched as I tried... Continue Reading →
Love’s hand
If love had hands, it'd see through touch, it'd judge through warmth, it'd feel through caress. If love was blind, it'd not see colour, it'd not see clothes, it'd not see riches, it'd not see the greys, it'd not see the creases, it's not bother for vanity. If love had hands, it'd be slow, it'd... Continue Reading →
Aah! The Silent Talk
Although 'talk' is not the right word to describe the communication I have in silence with some, it still is the best - the most neutral way to describe a communication that swings between being one sided to saying the same things consecutively. Distance makes it tough to confirm but the gut tells you exactly... Continue Reading →
रेत के फव्वारे
तुम मुझे नाम से पुकारते थे बर्फीले ठन्डे झौन्कों के साथ कुछ गर्म रेत के फव्वारे भी आते थे जैसे सर्द रेगिस्तान पे ओलों के बवंडर चले हों नज़ारा नया था, अनदेखे में देखा सा जाते हुए तुमने आसुओं के साथ कुछ खिलखिलाती हंसी भी पीछे छोड़ी थी जैसे वापसी के लिए इज़ाफ़ी चाबी साथ... Continue Reading →
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