मैं तो एक कण हूँ विशाल समय का एक क्षण हूँ, धरातल पर बहता सा एक भ्रम हूँ, शायद मैं छल हूँ, बस आज हूँ नही कल हूँ मैं। मैं अथाह सागर की सिर्फ एक बूंद हूँ, रत्ती भर हूँ रेत मे, मिट्टी नही धूल हूँ, पर्वत की चट्टान नही ज़र्रे सी लुप्त हूँ, ब्रह्माण्ड … Continue reading क्यों दंभ हूँ मैं?
She was seven when she walked into the twenty-two yards. The hefty bat at variance with her petite frame. They traded the sport with a coy doll and told her that it wasn’t meant for her at all. A girl who loved numbers wasn’t a norm you see, So, she was happily married to … Continue reading A World Within Her!
Based on a prompt from Women's Web, this story was written keeping Christina Rossetti's poem Goblin Market in mind. A tale of sisters in arms! ********************************** Sudha dipped her index finger in the pot and licked the kheer. “Perfect,” she thought. Wiping her hand with the end of her dupatta she turned to look at … Continue reading Kheer- In the Middle of the Night
The happiest journeys are ironically homeward bound. There’s hurry in flight and a nervous spark. Like a million flitters of long-lost lovers, there’s hope for a tryst with the past. But those who return to the base are never the ones who flew off on another day. Their palms crisscrossed with lines of fate … Continue reading Homeward Bound
When less is more And happiness not just a mere bubble, Laughter is contagious And there’s wind beneath your wings. A dapple of sunlight is easy to gift, And those fist fights last no longer than a blink. When it's simple to forget Simpler to forgive Falling asleep happens within seconds. "Care-less" is so fine … Continue reading Lessons from Childhood
Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks... The … Continue reading Scraped
This poem was composed in the year 2013, after the unethical killing of Sushmita Banerjee, the inhuman rape and murder of Nirbhaya and the ruthless body shaming of Marion Bartoli. The piece was written to show solidarity with women world over and to lend my voice for the greater cause of women rights. I had … Continue reading Every Woman is Me