A Requiem

A charming elegant angel she was Forever smiling and chirping Her face glowed with happiness With a graceful gait she walked Carrying boundless joy with her Many a sad faces Into smiles she turned! All living beings were Creatures to be loved and cared for. Loss of any life brought […]

September 6, 2015 · 2 comments · Poetry


Born  free, Are  we ? No, Tied  with  umbilical cord We’re  dependent  on  mothers With  severed  placenta We’re  dependent  on  others Grew  up  to  be  chained With  traditions And  obligations We  are  captives  without  walls Restrained With  social  constrictions, We  celebrate  freedom That’s  a  laugh Freedom  from  what Moral  policing, […]

August 30, 2015 · 1 comment · Poetry

My Hometown Roads

Dug, bared, ripped Stony wilderness Lying obscene in its nudity, Trudged, dragged, wounded to the core. “Is that my destiny?” I ask you. You, who constantly use me, Ride upon me, Fall upon me, “Do you ever think of my fate?” Rudely you undress me Shamelessly you char me With […]

August 30, 2015 · 1 comment · Poetry


I sat by the banks of the river The sun shining bright in the sky The reflection that fell Shivered and curled As the shimmering waves Toppled the image It crudely bared the distorted view As I bent low to catch its hue Then suddenly the sun went down A […]

August 23, 2015 · 1 comment · Poetry


यह देश का ग़ुस्सा महज़ बवाल नहीं है यह क्रांति है, दूध में उबाल नहीं है वादा है अपने आप से सवाल नहीं है बुझ जाये हवा से ये वो मशाल नहीं है अंधी ,पुरानी सोच का रुख मोड़ना होगा बूढ़ी हुई तहज़ीब को अब छोड़ना होगा कितना भी ज़ोर […]

August 16, 2015 · 0 comments · Poetry


हर १५ अगस्त को गूंज उठते हैं आज़ादी के नारे चारो ओर से। लेकिन ये किसकी, कायकी, कैसी आज़दी? उभर न पाए गरीब, गरीबी से डूब रहे हम अत्याचारो की बाढ़ में। तो फिर ये किसकी, कायकी, कैसी आज़ादी? हां, कुछ लोग समझते हैं ये आज़ादी है उनकी निजी सम्पत्ती […]

August 16, 2015 · 2 comments · Poetry

August 15

One more year, one more date Has convinced us we have enjoyed 69 years of independence What did the nation lose, what has it gained Has yet to be analyzed Those harsh years of struggle, rapes and murders Are stories of the past The innocent massacres of millions On either […]

August 16, 2015 · 1 comment · Poetry

Cocoon of Broods

Shall we dance the dance of one leg up in the groove of this seemingly merriment here? Lewis, these rhythms are the rumbles of friendly adversaries they beat the skins of drums into foxy sweetness how they beat the skins of drums to tear and to tears… these strings are […]

August 9, 2015 · 0 comments · Poetry


The clock ticks away the time As the day exhausts itself Into  the dreary noon. Somewhere the overhanging clouds Slide down the sky to watch the temper of the  day No animals walk the street No birds fly in the sky The nests on the branches Cuddle them inside… The […]

August 9, 2015 · 2 comments · Poetry


The contours on our faces are not dimples associated with smiles, neither are they tribal-marks of yore. They are autographs of woes etched by sufferance. The tattoos on our conscience are not emblems of remembrance, neither are the boulevards that beautify serenity. They are scars inflicted on us by fate. […]

August 2, 2015 · 0 comments · Poetry