Kawahigashi Hekigoto (1873-1937), Japanese poet and haiku pioneer writes: 初雷や ふるふが如き 雛の壇 Hatsu-rai ya/ Furuu ga gotoki/ Hina no dan The first thunder Is likely to shake The tiered doll stand. I feel that way about spring. As the heads of the … Continue reading I Shall Emerge!
The pile of letters still there where I left them the half empty bottle of coke a delight for the ants all over it the stale air, hanging humidity dust covering the books protectively reminders that I left in a … Continue reading Six Feet Under
Do you think I can ever write in the vein of Delhi about Amsterdam? I did not choose Delhi, but once upon a time I selected living in Amsterdam In Delhi, we have serpentine avenues with magnificent trees I could … Continue reading Dressing Amsterdam in a Ghazal
The importance of space in relationships is rather under appreciated. While communication is the glue that holds people together, it’s ally space helps keep the bond intact. Khalil Gibran in The Prophet (1923) writes about marriage saying, “Let there be … Continue reading Standing Together and Apart
Petulant blooms in magnificent rooms Come hither, I have a story to tell Pastel pink petals on marble topped tables Wondering what truths to dispel Continue reading My Mind Meanders
On reading Mumbai’s Ghazal by Raef Kazi I dream of Delhi sitting in Amsterdam tonight Glamor in the lawns, silk whispers to pashmina tonight All that dust, never dulls the white gaadis and kurtas This is Delhi we are talking … Continue reading Delhi is a Ghazal
Two institutions have come under the radar recently for allowing their platform to spout bigotry; both apologized, and in their inner circles professed that the core consensus was to give everyone a forum to vent out their inner feelings. However … Continue reading Building Inclusive Safe Spaces: my brown dream
There is a packet of cigarettes on your desk. It is a foreign brand; not the type I occasionally buy. It looks pristine; unlike the wrinkled characteristic everything I own acquires. My dilapidated house is the last in a row. … Continue reading Arcade Games
The night in its limitless darkness a black hole engulfing all thoughts The picture of James Dean on the table, apparently, a symbol for flagrant rebellion The clothes yet to be ironed yet to be washed scattered on the floor, … Continue reading Rebellion and Romanticism
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