Puppet
I crave, crave like the depraved craves the immoral, and like the diseased craves the normal. why is this so strong? the need to do something wrong. I do not understand this desire, to touch, to kiss, to feel, to…
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The obdurate, grumpy and the savage half
Words are whetting stones of a revolution in which literature has an imperative role to play. The Victorian literature reinforces the ‘supposedly’ ordered and stable societal state which is governed by a strict code of conduct that was extended to…
Art as an Escape
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton Art is like a forbidden sword; it shall not be touched by anyone who doesn’t believe in living a little more, by anyone who…
Covid 19
भागदोड़ भरीं ज़िंदगी जहाँ रुकने में थीं मनायी गाड़ीयो के शोर शराबें को थी हमने अपनी ज़िंदगी बनायी रोज़ व्यापार पर जाना छुट्टी ना मिलने पर नए बाहने बनाना गाँवों को छोड़ कर सहरों में अपनी दुनिया बसाना समुंदर के…
Human and Environment
Introduction All living beings including man and the environment are affecting each other in a number of ways and there is a dynamic equilibrium existing between them. What we do and what we experience can change our genes, and we…
आँसू है आँखों का गहना
~~~”आँसू है आँखों का गहना “~~~ आँखों के आंसुओं को पलकों में सजाकर रखना, आंसू है आँखों का गहना, जो समझे कोई कीमत आंसू की, वहाँ जी भरकर बहने देना, जो न समझे कोई कीमत आंसू की, आंसू पीकर मुस्करा…
“I have my eyes on you”
I was warned about them at an early age of 7, when my mother dragged me along the roads of Rashtrapati Bhawan quarters after my dance class, late in the evening.” Walk faster, there are bad men”, she said. I…
Mothers’ day??
Yet another mother’s day passed. While there are pictures and wishes for mother’s all around, have you ever thought that you are conveniently choosing to ignore the toxic hard truth? Whenever you want a little kid to do some chores…
-RICH-
-RICH- I have seen the world, with all it’s truth, Looking out through the windows of this train… As the carriage moves… Through the mountains, the valleys, the slums and the cities… As the zephyr blows nostalgia on my face…
अकेले चलने का हुनर जानते हैं हम
“अकेले चलने का हुनर जानते हैं हम ” ऐ मेरे हमनवा, मेरे हमराज तू सुन ले, तुम्हें कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता हमसे, तो हमें भी कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता तुमसे, एक जमाना था, जब तुझसे बिछड़ जाने से डरते थे…