This has been a year of such drastic changes and shifts that my whole outlook has been the here and now – surviving these. But I am a creature of nostalgia and the past doesn’t impede me. It teaches me, it nurtures me and it gives me fodder for the…
In between your precise words
and your regimented actions
you spilt me one look
that drowned it all.
Marketing Automation might conjure up an image of a gigantic machine that addresses all pressing marketing issues. It’s not.
A poem about being knotted in love –
“You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection”
The nicest thing to happen was that I felt like myself in my own skin. The nature of the current is home.
Let us cycle away, to a placebeyond words and dates and labelsLet us cycle off on a path of stolen glances that connect. Let us cycle back to a place we did that,a time when it was possiblea you before I knew your real faceand you knew my name. *Read…
Lipstick Under My Burkha is not feminism; it’s a revenge saga against men writ large on the silver screen.
I always thought India hates its daughters. But now I believe it hates its sons even more. One of the biggest advantages that I have is that I was given a realistic view of the world’s indifference and even hostility to my existence. Yes, this is an advantage because growing…
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
I’m writing this post a little late since last week was such a flurry of activity. I performed at the Unerase Poetry against Drug Abuse event. And in the week leading up to it, I also got quoted in a Mid-Day story about using poetry to bring awareness to this…