A Song A Bird Sings

There’s a song a bird sings Outside my window Every morning and evening Per my reckoning, It welcomes the joy of the morning Whilst the sky blooms like a tender flower of lotus And it also farewells the twilight of the evening Whilst the sky closes like a tender flower of lotus All the while … More A Song A Bird Sings


Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and … More Awakening

The Photograph

They say that the time never stops But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops? It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’ But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit … More The Photograph

A Stranger Told

  It was a lazy Sunday morning Rain was pouring through like a wild stream Had a cold tea in a small bowl, mind seemed uselessly wandering Through the lonely showering of waters, it felt numb Unable to comprehend the feeling The urge to feel, the rain, the silence A stranger told, write it out … More A Stranger Told

A Walk in Brooklyn

15th March 2018. Late morning and early noon was when I was in Brooklyn; specifically Brooklyn Heights. I haven’t read much about Brooklyn Heights so if I describe it from my own experience, it’s silent, vintage and peaceful. Just as Betty Smith starts her book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – “Serene was a word … More A Walk in Brooklyn


“Love?” “An Illusion.” “Religion?” “The fashionable substitute for Belief.” “You are a skeptic.” “Never! Skepticism is the beginning of Faith.” “What are you?” “To define is to limit.” – An extract from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde