This is a poem about the people who worship every female like a goddess during nine days of the Navratri festival. The people of the same society involved in Female foeticide.
The reader has a lot of questions about and for life. Through this poem, she seeks answers to these questions. Why life?
This poem is about a person caught in the cob-web of time. She is requesting time to take her back in its flight, so she could live the golden moments of childhood and cherish them again.
Pigeon is hugely considered as a wise and saintly bird, whereas crows are often considered cranky and wicked. Most people love pigeon more than a crow. But the poet here feels the opposite. This poem describes the writer’s feelings for both the birds.
She is young, she is brave, Everyone’s favourite, Anu is her name. In gokul, inside a small hut, Lives a school girl, with lots of guts. She embroiders exquisite pieces, And washes everyone’s dishes. Her…
This poem shows a child’s quest to attain serenity. Whether it will happen through war or peace, she isn’t quiet sure.
This poem is an ode to the horse that my grandfather had. I cherish all the beautiful memories, I spent with it.
This is a story about a protagonist (Dungar Mal) who is a rich-brat, and Dharam Pal who wants to bring discipline to his life.
As the rode past over the bridge that lay over the mighty river swelling with water, he had only one feeling in mind – to give up all, to stop the onward journey and plunge…
Idyllic florescence A neonate, alluring chap blooms like the flower. Testing summertime A late, adolescent burns into the fire. Southwest moist monsoon A little, fierce youth sings at the perfect rain. Decreasing autumn An assiduous…
Everything has a purpose, big or small. Things that you read, see, hear; they all affect your actions. Sometimes they may help win big battles and sometimes battles not so big.
Here’s my experience of giving up the mobile phone for eight days and the after experience, all in the name of Paaryushana (the jain festival).
This poem is about, despite being content with their state; how people have different anathemas at different stages of their lives, starting from the unborn stage to the stage when they are counting their last breaths. And most interestingly, none of these anathemas are real. In the next stage or in the coming stages, people overcome them.
Say for example, when we were a fetus, and we were enjoying the warmth of the mother’s womb; the only anathema was the light and sound of the world. In the next stage (as a child), the person, rather starts enjoying the spectrum of light. What attracts a child the most, is nothing but the bright colors.
Just Be Daring..
This poem simply means that, the world will be my dream world when we are on the coordinate (0,100) of a graph ? on which we have ‘percentage defense expense’ on the x-axis and ‘percentage development expense’ on y-axis.
That is possible when the world economies spend nothing on defense (as maybe there is no fear of any attack and all peaceful). And all the money is spent on the growth and development…