Partners in Poetry : Gayatri & Me

What is art? It is nothing but a spool of inspiration thread, moving between one bead of expression to another. When two poets collaborate, one thing is certain. They will create something that essentially impossible to separate. It is this non-separation that has created a coherence in the world of poetry.  Here Gayatri, an outstanding…

Aura & Poise : Navneet Mundhra

The “man with the best vocabulary” is how most of us know Navneet. He is one person who makes me hit my dusty Merriam Webster every time I read his tweets. What command over language and what fantastic reviews and thoughts on the three lifelines of twitter, i.e. Politics, Films and Sports. As my fourth…

Aura & Poise : Rachna Ganguli

One of the charismatic and vivacious writers on social media, Harleen Vij has beauty, brains and bruaaah, all in the right places. As my first guest on AURA & POISE, she has revealed an interesting depth to her personality. It feels I just hit the tip of the iceberg and she has so much more […]

Aura & Poise : Samarpita Sharma

One of the charismatic and vivacious writers on social media, Harleen Vij has beauty, brains and bruaaah, all in the right places. As my first guest on AURA & POISE, she has revealed an interesting depth to her personality. It feels I just hit the tip of the iceberg and she has so much more […]

Aura & Poise : Harleen Vij

One of the charismatic and vivacious writers on social media, Harleen Vij has beauty, brains and bruaaah, all in the right places. As my first guest on AURA & POISE, she has revealed an interesting depth to her personality. It feels I just hit the tip of the iceberg and she has so much more…

The Ampersand Love

OMG I learnt something exciting today. So as you all know, I love everything about the Ampersand.My nain criteria of liking of font type is basically how their ampersand expresses itself. I look for class and style. I mean, just look at this beauty. The way it sits like a graceful, poised woman. The way…

Story : The Lullaby Of A Birdland

The November auburn sky was ready to dissolve in the vast darkness of the indigo night. The birds were rushing back to their nests, chirping to the rest in the flock to move faster. Behind the clouds, the moon hung like a skinny band of radiance. In the Malik’s residence, soft jazz had found a…

My name ..

Stare at your own name .. It feels so strange.. Like strangers in the bus .. who accidently look at each other .. And quickly look away .. You say your name in your head .. It feels like you found an old dress you used to wear as a kid .. An embarassing color…

No One

No one to hug.. No one to kiss.. No one to find.. No one to miss.. No one to hold to.. No one to share.. No one to call.. No one to care.. No one to run to.. No one asks why.. No one to show wounds to.. No one to cry.. No one to…

A Canopy Of Umbrellas..

I have a dream.. where angels walk with me.. they cajole me.. to my destination.. & beyond.. And on some days.. when my feet threaten to give up.. my dry eyes.. look at the scorching sun.. & complain.. My angels, all hundred of them.. become.. my sacred canopy of.. blissfully quiescent umbrellas.. & smile.. The…

Not the way you wanted me to

I loved you then ..  But not the way you wanted me to..  Frames in front of me..  Lie in broken sequences ..  A part of me..  The same way .. I look outside window ..  The sun is grey ..  A glimpse of my ..  Conversations with you.. The walls are damp..  The carpet…

The Ghosts..

(Hindi Translation By Gayatri : Click Here) There are some stark unresolved poems in me .. Like ghosts they manifest before me .. Then stare at me coldly to complete them.. They paralyze me. First in fear. Then in utter incompetence to put them in words. In the stillness, the stare turns cold & blue….