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.
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.
Hey you! I see you are carrying your reusable cutlery and are also sitting forlorn at the Varanasi train station. But how can anyone be unhappy here? The ghats of Varanasi carry a peace like no other, especially for us…
If the sun dipped a little lower-Kissed the sky a little longer-Playing with hues like nature’s Van Gogh,If the stars shined a little brighter-Even on brightly light nights-Setting light on fire, like natural crackers,Would we appreciate them more?If the waves…
A land of chaos, lawlessness ruled hereIn the era of stories molded to whatever we held dearNiche it was still, and so we flewThrough AUs and Fix-ItsBut through some rather nasty stuff tooEffected our psyche, it probably did.But a reminder…