The night at her fashion-less wedding
On the nude streets of Balasore,
Beggars hunting sleep
After day’s wrecks,
Trees luckless at their
Mid-widow life, yearns
For a rainy day’s dance-
Men...
Each time Ramu turned on the tap and saw the water gushing forth--- spontaneous, clear, sparkling---he couldn’t restrain from putting his hands in the...
Why should education be commercialised? Is it a necessity? Or has it become a commodity?
A custom–aka-fashion has become the quantisation of education today which...
Forgetting to remember the end
fragmentary sentences
clings on its amorphous presence.
Words drowns in the
swirls of the ink
swallowing letters
as it sinks
Facades blot.
I return back from
all the...
Flurry showers of snow were peacefully carpeting the entire city of Srinagar. An uneasy calm overthrew the buzzing of summer lutes in our north-most...
