Monsoon Blues
The weather is beautiful, my friend says, sipping her tea And I agree. From the privilege of our warm three storey apartment, The downpour, the thunderstorm- a work of art it is. With the sounds of nature and strikes of…
The weather is beautiful, my friend says, sipping her tea And I agree. From the privilege of our warm three storey apartment, The downpour, the thunderstorm- a work of art it is. With the sounds of nature and strikes of…
Tragedy doesn’t always come with a bang,Sometimes it sneaks up on usMade all the more powerful with the loss of hopeWhich had helped us surviveThe uncertain timesAnd sometimes, it shows upUnflinching, unmoving,Gut wrenching,But there.Yet, we survive- despite the loss, despite…
Some thoughts on how well we know people through their art that remains.
When I see mangroves, I think of family-Parent roots that hold the soil together-Standing in the way of any flood that comes out way-Our source of oxygen, a breathe of relief just a text awayBut hidden sometimes, by expectations, grievances,…
The month of August marks the start of the festive season in many Indian homes, which often leads to people buying new festive decor to spruce up their houses, welcome deities, and bring a touch of freshness. It is considered…
The sun sets on the sea-Its rays blindingBut the sea swallows it all,Unchanging-Stubborn as a mule,Even as the stars march on the sea-It swallows all, unchanging-Until it too driesFor with no sun, who’ll make the water fly into cloudsTo rain…
Are you also looking for ways to make your rakhi gifting and celebration kinder to the planet? After all, with plastic rakhis we are polluting our soil and water- when there are much better ways out there. They may not…
There’s a me born somewhere in another country,With a different set of hardshipsMaybe even a different set of triumphs, (Some may say that seems unlikely) Maybe somewhere I’m struggling to fit in-While somewhere else I struggle to breatheYet somewhere else…
The water logged streetsThe sun burnt pavementsThe dry riversThe fallen trees-Sometimes I wonder have we failed as a society?When I see from my car window,A child shivering under a downpourWhen I sit in my air conditioned homeAnd read about farmers…
Women are…supposed to be Set of rules and regulations- expectations Reduced to relational roles, often no individualization, Not all but nearly all boundaries dismissed, ignored, rationalized Because she is a woman, in others’ vengeful validation her worth lies? That will…