Many an evening spent adrift Into forgotten past. Many an evening flies so swift, And yet, is meant to last. Many a word yet unspoken Echoes through hills and plains. Many a word given, broken – A shadow still remains. Many a hand long sought and held Pours through outstretched fingers. Many a hand let… Continue reading Many an Evening…
A thousand lists of groceries, A bank form roughly filled, Folded laundry, forgotten keys, A patty neatly grilled. Making the bed, feeding the cat, Reminding end to end, And yet wanting to do all that – That is marriage, my friend. – September 2016
The earth is celebrating How can you sit at home? Across the streets and pastures The winds of change have blown. The sultry sun has faltered, Grey clouds have dropped their frown. How can you not be smitten As nature wears her crown? Green bursts through banyans, peepals; Their leaves laugh with the rain. How… Continue reading I Wonder.
It began with a mild pain near the wrist. I ignored – for months – until I couldn’t pick up a moderately filled backpack without wincing in pain. The first doctor I visited rushed me through an X-ray, announced a ligament strain, and recommended a heavy (and expensive) dose of medication which I promptly forgot.… Continue reading 8 Things I Learnt from a Hand in Plaster
My hand is in a plaster, My once-long hair cut short. I look tired, exhausted More often than I am not. My shabby sickness tee-shirts Do everything but flatter. I push glasses up my nose, As if it does not matter. And yet you find me charming, Say I look cute and nice, And I… Continue reading Beautiful
Pursue not dreams borrowed as such, Let your world grow and find them. Fulfillment will not matter much When joys of pursuit bind them. Fingers will point, eyebrows will rise, Heads will shake in refusal. Amidst the scorns of disbelief Just smile your smile; don’t mind them. Empty vessels will make the noise; Still waters… Continue reading Dreams
Independent India is still shy of 70 years of age, but the last generation to see its birth is well on its way to pages of history. Many among them celebrated with a light heart, but many encountered violence, homelessness, and immense sorrow as independence split the sub-continent, homes, and hearts. While the joy and pride… Continue reading The Last Ones
This came to me as a Quora challenge. The following rhyme sets had to appear in a self-composed poem – white, light, right, night be, see, free, tree moon, tune, soon, noon weigh, day, lay, stay This is my take – A snowflake has had no qualms about being brittle, white, About its fragile beauty… Continue reading All That Matters
My answer – Situations have wondered where my fixations lie; Many a souls have blundered to think I crave the sky. Confuse not all my comforts with what ambition brings. I might sound condescending, but I like simple things. You ask me what it would take to win over my heart; I wonder how it… Continue reading Quora Question: What does it take to win your heart?
अमोघचं आणि माझं लग्न होऊन जेमतेम एक वर्ष झालं असल्यामुळे माझा तसा लहान मुलं आणि त्यांच्या पालकांशी फारसा संबंध नाही. त्यामुळे आज जेव्हा माझी जाऊ गप्पा मारायला घरी आली, तेव्हा तिच्या मुलीच्या शाळेबद्दल ऐकून मला आणि अमोघला धक्काच बसला. आम्ही ओक. जाऊ पण कोकणस्थ. ती मुंबईत मोठी झाली आणि मी नाशकात. अमोघ डोंबिवलीचा. म्हणजे तसं… Continue reading शाळा संस्कृती – विभाजनाची? A School Culture of Discrimination?
