Short Stories & Poems is where the invented things tell the truth at a slight angle. These are short stories, poems, fragments, and creative pieces about women, memory, family, identity, and ordinary life when ordinary life needs a different door.
सभी चाहते हैं मेरा एक हिस्सा उनके लिये, में कब पाऊँ कुछ अपने लिये जीवन है मेरा, किंतु महत्व किसी और का विचार हैं मेरे, परंतु आचार किसी और सा तस्वीर बनाना चाहूँ तो मन के रंग न भर पाऊँ गीत गाना चाहूँ, तो अपनी धुन न रच पाऊँ कैद हूँ मैं, जैसे एक अदृश्य […]
छोटे छोटे टुकडों में बँटा हुआ है,ऐसा लगता है जैसे कटा हुआ है,लंबी लंबी ईमारतों के बीच में,एक मुट्ठी आसमान ही मिला हुआ है। ऊँची उडान भरते देखा नहीं,सदियों से किसी पंछी को,बस पार करते देखा है,एक छोर से दूसरे तक,अपने आसमान के टुकडे को। बादलों का काफिला भी,निकलता है थक थक के,मेरे टुकडे में
Jaane kyon man vichalit hai,Kyon vicharon ka ufan aata hai,Jab shant hai vatavaran saara,Toh kyon man mein tufan aata hai? Ek ladi si lag jaati hai khayaalon ki,Jinka na aapas mein naata hai,Samajhne ka karoon kitna bhi prayaas,Kintu samajh mein kuch na aata hai. Mrigtrishna si tadap hai ab,Yeh baat kyonki jaanti hoon,Who saare uttar
An update is due, I know…. theres been a lot of work and planning of a short vacation going on… Hence the delay. A lot of ideas and posts are buzzing in my head and I’ll put them up as soon as I’ve written them out. In the meantime, here is a small year ending
I saw this picture on Akshaya’s blog and absolutely fell in love with it. This little verse is inspired from the picture… Its the crimson evening calm And she holds the sun in her palm… Up in the hills its evening too soon The glowing red ball will change to a silky moon But there’s
The Sun in her palm… Read More »
I have this thing for silly little rhymes, specially the ones I compose! 🙂 If you can’t understand what i’m talking about, read this…. or better still, sing it to the tune of ‘My favourite things’ the famous song from Sounds of music. Flambe that dances on brown roasted chicken, Curries that that bubble when
