Month: August 2018

Poetry

ठहर

ये दौर है उड़ानों की,  दौड़ना भी ज़रूरी है.. पर थकने का इंतज़ार न कर, यूही थमना भी ज़रूरी है | चल चल कर, बस कर.. रुक जाना कही छाँव में बैठ आराम तो कर कुछ बूँद पसीने की तो पोंछ कुछ देर ज़रा विश्राम तो कर|  ज़रा मुड़के देख ले अपनों को  जो […]

Poetry

Blind Men

Our whole life is nothing but a sine wave the rise and fall of our deeds decide our fate the crest and trough of our wealth decides our relations and friends The ups and downs of our life decide about the strength and grit in our character and the lows […]

Poetry

Fool

My words are underlined by hatred just under the surface but holding them up to the light their foundation contempt their tune scorn however much I would want them to be about love where I see it how I feel it and even doves could come down and fly off […]

Poetry

I Am Back

It   seems  a  life  time  has  elapsed Since  we  have  been  separated Now  I  would  like  to  make  up  for All  the  time  we  have  wasted But  time  is  an  strange  element It  may  alter  anything  on  the  earth I  want  to  ascertain  that You  still  feel  I  have  some  […]

Articles

Bonnie Bernstein’s Experience with Thrombosis

By Anusha Tembe, Divya Joshi, Prasad Shetye, The GTF Group Introduction We are volunteers for Georgia Thrombosis Forum, a nonprofit organization dedicated to spreading awareness of thrombosis. At the tenth anniversary of NATF in 2016, some of our members met Ms. Bernstein, who had suffered from some serious thrombotic episodes. […]

Poetry

Freedom

Free, free, free Yes, we are free, Free from social responsibilities, Free from civic responsibilities Yes, we are free from foreign rule, Yet, yoked to the unforgettable past We keep crying over Blaming others for our own foolhardiness; Yes, we can do what we want We can say what we […]

Poetry

The Soldier’s Wife

She is wrapped in the purity of a bone-white sari forehead bare hands disbangled eyes emptied of sleep, darkened with sooty half moons below try a word with his unfading smile hanged on the wall a sea of despair trickles down drenching the meanings of her past and the hidden […]

Poetry

The Honourable Saviours

The Army is the breath, the very essence of our serenity The moment it stops functioning—  In a very chaotic perilous life we shall land! These brave Martyrs sacrifice all theirs for us- And- What do we give them in return? Hardly any support, trust or appreciation Are we not […]