A bright splash of yellow on the face, The vermilion & purple, struggling to keep pace. Eyes that are filled with mischief and joy; The lips that smile, tentative and coy.   Oh! What a wondrous picture they evoke Of a new bride that festive Holi does provoke. Tantalizing her …

What is poetry? You ask what it means to me. Well, to me it’s more than art, religion or philosophy. It’s a source of feelings, deep emotions, you see; Captured within the beautiful bondage of sensitivity.   It’s a language of the heart, a song of the soul, And creative …

It was a sight to behold, as heartbreaking as it was bold; A mother lay under rubble, her body broken; already cold. She clutched to her bosom a baby, umbilical cord attached, The scene was surreal, poignant & emotional; yet detached.   The baby wailed in hunger, unmindful of the …

And out of the night they came; Two lost souls; a gent and a dame. Eyes a mirror of despair, they walked, Not a word escaped, they never talked.   Desolation reigned, utter and resolute; Their face a visage of despair, absolute. They seemed to seek, to find a truth. …

she sighed in pleasure, unshackled, unbound; life awaited, for post misery; joy she had found. She held her baby close, her heart aflutter eyes closed, finally making sense of the clutter. Free of abuse, rid of the sham of a marriage, she stood up; erect, proud in carriage. Yes! she …

On a road less traveled, a road that I had taken I met a fellow Traveler, hidden feelings he did awaken. We looked at each other, wary and cautious at first Then loneliness ebbed away, we smiled, tentatively trust. “What brings you to these parts, they are off the beaten …

“Congratulations on the success of your book – ‘Feminism is a HE’!” said Priya, interviewing Rahul on air. “Hmmm!” mused Rahul. “I am happy but I am more satisfied that my work has been accepted.”  “I’m sure. Tell us something about your book? What was your inspiration to write it?” …

It was a dark, stormy night. Mumbai witnessed one of the worst rains of the season. My arriving flight had been delayed by a few hours due to tempestuous weather so I walked out of the airport, to the chime of the clock striking 1 am. Booking a taxi at …

 A freak thunder storm had gripped the city of Indore and held it captive the past couple of days. The city was slowing limping back to normalcy as uprooted trees and toppled electric poles were cleared away. “Trring, trring. Trring, trring!” The insistent ring of the mobile woke him from …

Life keeps throwing me stones and I keep finding the diamonds; For in my bosom I nurture hope, my heart surges with optimism. Be it a torrid tempest or a day that has been deluged I still sail the rough seas, chart my own course to bridge any chasm. Over …