The banyan trees lean wide, their roots whispering into sidewalks,while gulmohur petals scatter like forgotten notes of a poet’s song. In quiet cafés, pens scratch, keyboards matchvoices rise in debatewriters, painters, dreamersstitching together the city’s pulse. Once, it was a place of rest,retired afternoons, drifting in gardens,the hush of old bungalowswhere time slowed to a … Continue reading So, this is Pune…
It’s a pleasure to see flowers bloom in the unlikeliest of places. Look at the reflection. Water carries memories, and its freshness will go a long way toward touching all those who use or consume it. I see rocky reflections too… Take a deep breath, pause and watch the rocks float. They are not as … Continue reading It’s not what you look at, but what you see
The house rose without my aid,I rolled from the truck that was homekicked along by indifferent feet,never a place to call my own. A cute dog sniffed, then swallowed me“Calcium deficient,” the neighbours said.I churned inside his stormy tummy,till bile returned me to the street. the dog walks bound in a muzzle,still searching for a … Continue reading Pebble
Someone lives inside me – vibrant, pulsating, bursting with courage, keen to break barriers and leap into the unknown. Someone pays no heed to advice or experience and wants to explore untraversed terrains, fearless and unshackled. Another one masquerades as Maturity and obstructs movement. The battle goes on with no prospects of ceasefire. Perhaps, death … Continue reading No Ceasefire
There’s a red light at the doorfor all those who thinkthey can coax me into compliancewith their code of conduct. If you are open to exchange of viewsmoving ahead, enriched by conversationHang on there…the light will turn green Q236- Coaxing as it does
we seenarratives of lightassume a storydesign historythose who lived thenabsorbed it and leftnever to return facts migrate-we celebrateor denigrateresidue of imaginationor vested interests-bury old storiesfor you don’t have optionsor power of visualization write new taleson white sheetsun-silhouetted bypeace and positivity change perspectiveschange the prospectsthe future will thank youin retrospectif they see yourpositive intent light changes-surfaces … Continue reading Narratives
The pen, once a symbol of power, lies sulking in a discarded mug, its dried ink having given way to the agile, ubiquitous keyboard. The pencil has stopped boasting about its flexibility, as deletion no longer requires an eraser on the screen. The keyboard has indeed come a long way, but voice-to-text is fast pushing … Continue reading KeyBoard
The car—at the door.Headlights breathing.Suitcase— packed,swollen with departure. Her hand—on the knob.Not turning.Not yet. Fear— unnamed,a shadow without face,presses against her ribs. She almost— steps.She almost— goes.But the pivot—fractures. The moment— slips.The car hums away,its promise dissolving into night. She stays. Rooted. Silent.Bound not by chains,but by the ghost of a choicenever made. Poetics at … Continue reading Fractured Pivot
What I think will not make me sinkWhat I see will sure come to meIt is the rule of manifestationOpen the mind's eye; then watch it fly What I see will sure come to meThis is creative visualisationOpen the mind's eye; then watch it flyDon't let it go, just do it and know This is … Continue reading Manifestation
What interests me are stories within stories – all that’s unseen and unsaid. Every character has a voice and a perspective, but is that the whole truth? Non-fiction can attempt objectivity, but all fiction is subjective. The unseen and unsaid, like lingering ghosts, haunt my mind long after the story is forgotten. Only the characters … Continue reading Stories within Stories
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