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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

Secrets in my closet two covert lovers the treasures with the itty bitty, quirky with the decorated seen with the unseen, all in raw rustic lucid realities The complexities of all my possessions and the simplicity of their co-existence No coercion, yes asymmetry; but no imbalance. The compositions tease the mental needs of perfections. And I... Continue Reading →