With fresh thoughts, I sat down to pen, My life's journey, Through my words, On a paper that was Crisp, fresh and empty. As the ink flowed through the nib, My thoughts froze. It came to a standstill, And resolved not to budge. Minutes passed by And so...
Donning the hat of a master chef, Flicking the ladle, I started to cook, Kitchen seemed so comfy and homely, Yes, I was ready to show my skills. Stove turned on with tava and oil sizzled, Drenching the chimney as mustards crackled, Do I stay or run, I thought. 'Twas a...
In the name of taxes, Our country was looted. Our hard earned money, Filled the English caskets. Enraged at this treatment, The young bloods boiled. They vowed to get the money back, Just like Robin Hood. Kakori was the chosen route, And Ramprasad...
Her mind froze, and heart paced faster that it almost exploded, Her fragile hands trembled, of her age and also fear, as she slowly removed the pristine white face cloth. Pregnant silence shattered with her cries, And her tears flowed. Violent storm ‘twas. The cloth...
An inspiration to those who are lazy, The soldiers' love for their country is crazy. Their struggle is not fake, For the country, they put their lives at stake. We should learn something from them, For the nation, they are indeed a gem. Even before they adorn...
Claustrophobic she felt, And badly wanted to run away. Alas, she couldn't do, As she was stuck within. Worried for her life she was, But more about her mother, A passionate woman who lived for her, Only for her. Gathering courage she spoke, “Mom, I don't...
Brought to Chikmagalur by Baba Budan, Coffee plantations look like Eden. To plant her at the hills, Certain norms one needs to fulfill. Cardamom is it's mother, And cinnamon the father, They nurture the coffee plant, And with their presence the family just enchants....
In English we say, I feel lonely, But in poetry… I walk in the crowd, still feel something is amiss, I hear thousands of voices, still my ears don't hear. I see people in plenty, still my eyes seem to be yearning. So many to hear me, still I feel unheard. My heart...
Swatantratha* was your aim, Even if you had to move away from non-violence, For which Azad Hind Fauj* was your calling. Your voice lured many, sans gender bias, To take up arms to free the country. "Tum mujhe khoon do, main tumhe azaadi doonga!!" * Your slogan echoes...