WEP APRIL 2021- FREEDOM MORNING

Hello everyone! Welcome to A Hundred Quills once again. I am joining the WEP after a long gap and I am glad to be back! The prompt for this April is a watercolour by Claude Clark, the African American artist and art educator, called Freedom Morning, painted in 1941. (see image below). Claude Clark was …

THE KALI PROJECT is published!

Dear readers, It gives me great pleasure to announce that two of my poems titled 'Women Who Read Break Families' and 'The Dance of Rebellion' are part of the wonderful 'The Kali Project' by Indie Blue Publishing. The links for the book are given below. Please support this powerful work by Indian women poets.CONGRATULATIONS THE …

BEING THE WILDERNESS

Between everything that goes on in life, the wilderness teaches me more lessons than all my reading combined. Even in a metropolis, I am capable of finding my own wastelands. Unattended and forsaken, they don’t care about the haphazard fashion statements of the civilized world. On another thought, I like to identify myself with the …

WHICH OF THESE WILL LAST?

The Poets and Artists 'IGNITE-from within the confines-' was an online art and poetry exhibition curated by Deepa Gopal. I was paired with artist Ahlam Abbas from Lebanon and I composed five poems for her transcendental art pieces. I present one of the poems titled WHICH OF THESE WILL LAST? which compares love in two …

बड़े शहरों में मेरा मन नही लगता

Image: Unsplash बड़े शहरों की ऊँची इमारतों मेंमेरा मन नही लगतायहाँ जगमगाते बल्बदफ़्न करते हैं पहाड़ों की धामचटकनियों के सहारेखिड़की और दरवाज़ेसलामत रखते हैंबहुतायत, दिखावा और मायूसीठंडी बयारें पंखे का टेक लगाएदबे पाँव ही आती हैंबाग़ी हवाओं को यहाँआशियाँ नही मिलताबड़े शहरों की ऊँची इमारतों मेंमेरा मन नही लगताउठती है टीस रोज़ हीइनके बाज़ारों मेंजहाँ …

Tinted Glasses

Image: Unsplash I see the green of jealousywalk into the room surreptitiously,glinting malevolence rumbles her insides;wary and leery I steal away,to bump into a melancholic grey. 'Hello there!' it smiles wistfully'I'm called melancholy!'Long alleys of despondency writ on its face,a phantasm of drudgerymethinks has overstayed. So, I move on to yet another avenue,to be ushered …