My head, the Kanchanjodga, aches. My eyes shed tears as Yamuna Washing the feet of the Taj. Satpura, my chest, chokes. The saline breeze of Point Calimere Brings murmurs of pain. Satkoshaia’s solemn silence Froze into greater depths. The elephants of Silent Valley Suspended entwining their trunks. The extinguished Sabarmati Languishes in her grave. The Great Indian Hornbill chick Fears[Read More...]
How easy it is to be a patriot All I need is a pic of a flag and a frame given free on FB and when I go out to wear white or ethnic and pin on a flag put it in front of my house for all to see and on my car or scooter/bike Say Bharat Mata ki[Read More...]
Ideas are hard to curb even if voices are silenced. Ideas will float in the air, waft on a sunbeam till they embed themselves in more minds. Ideas will find wedges in time and ride over tides of violence, intolerance forced silences and crimes. They will invade dreams till the magic of stardust blows sandstorms of love. [Read More...]
Qu’est donc la mémoire Si ce n’est des couches de souvenirs innombrables Stratifications invisibles et furtives De l’empreinte magique du temps Souvenirs fragiles et éphémères Tels des chateaux de sable Sous l’assaut des vagues et du vent Qu’est donc la mémoire Si ce n’est l’impossibilité de trouver La paix dans l’oubli du silence Telle une […]
In a very holy land In a very pious place One hundred thirty crore people live Sensitive, religious, courageous and non-sensuous. We get hurt And rightly so When a polymorph smokes And a strange man named Zubair Says the truth We are very decent people We kiss in private We kill in public. We worship our goddesses. We are fine[Read More...]
I love my children. I love my grandchildren. And have deep concern for the youth of the Earth. Who and what do you love? What we value defines who we are. Who we are is shaped by what we love. My doctor and I are talking about despair, depression, hopelessness and the upset of constant stress. I say, “I am[Read More...]
While razing the house of a Muslim family and setting them on fire with kerosene the man was thinking of the Buddhist monastery he planned to visit in Bhutan. It was his long drawn wish to meditate on the mountains where the air was thin. Meanwhile the wails of the hapless family floated back to his ears and he[Read More...]
Enough Enough is enough Now mourn that we have killed our Prophet’s Words. Isn’t the Prophet an epitome of love? Hang your neck in shame You have lost both worlds. Sorry, my brother Kanhaiya. We all are victims of hate. The looters have given fire in the haystack We, the poor fellows, are now being charred in the flame. Sorry,[Read More...]
You are Teesta What does it matter You have been born in Sikkim Or in Gujarat! From the rush of your flow hope takes birth from your magnanimity a thousand houses become bright Taking a thousand storms in your bosom thousand dams on your way you change course sometimes ripping out the rocks and sands When Narmada was red in[Read More...]
A victory For life’s sanctity? But not for the living. Black Lives were not sacred Gun-dead children neither Hungry kids- -freeloaders War-dead deserved it Snowflakes if seeking help Desperate mothers in a synthetic jail Beating our hearts to death Hated the moment born Lumumba in the Trunk The Sanctity of Life The Big Lie works When you believe it
