Empathy Cries
A poem on empathy, helplessness, and poverty.
A poem on empathy, helplessness, and poverty.
It's winters and while a white winter is a boon to some of us, for some it's a nightmare. Just sharing my feelings.
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…
Climate fiction or cli-fi is a sub genre of science fiction that deals with human caused climate change, though many use the term for any fiction that deals with the climate issue regardless of the parent genre of the work.…
Yesterday, I showed my partner Mama Mia Two: Here We Go Again, a film where I told him “The plot doesn’t happen to the characters, the plot saves itself from their shenanigans.” And I think that is the essence of…
Every choice I make, every crossroads of lifeThere’s a version of me I’ll never metWhom I’ve without even trying, left behindPerhaps, she’ll turn up at another turn-Yet, it’s also possible, she’ll be gone like dustA part of me regrets, wonders,Who…
A poem on how rest has helped my mental well-being.
The relief of rainOn the summer scorched footpathBurning our feetWas short lived-For the temperature soared with vengeanceBut it wasn’t revengeJust consequencesYet unjust in its distribution- Author’s Note- I am back, I was on bedrest post a surgery and I thank…
I have often said art is one the best gifts that one can give to a sustainable friend or family member. Art shapes culture, and creation of art is especially a sustainable act as it allows us to exercise our…
I turn 27 today,And I blow the candlesLaugh with family and friendsA sense of gratitude covers meFor how difficult is it to reach late twenties?In humanity’s tenure on Plant EarthHow many have died long before this timeDue to sickness, poverty,…
Just a poem on whether there can be love without respect.