इतनी सी तो बात हैबात अक्सर इतनी सी ही होती हैजिसे वो अपनेआढ़े, तिरछे,बिना सिर पैर केतर्क वितर्क सेखींच तान करबना देती हैपहाड़ सीऔर वो इतनी सी बातइतनी सी कहां रह जाती हैवो क्यों चुप, स्थिर नहीं हो जातीक्यों जाने नहीं देतीसिर्फ़ इतनी सी बातएक बार ही सही।क्यों वो याद रखती हैइतनी सी कई बातें।उम्र…
We shall accuse you -O girlFor making your presence feltWe shall not hear you butShall we not punish youFor your attempt of being heardWe shall not help youBut shall we not leave a stone unturnedFor thwarting your way of self help How could you step in our world?Dressed in our robes,Conquering our territories,You have no…
Today once again that incident stirred my soul, when a person talking on a phone, using headphones accidentally pushed a child feasting his eyes on the candy counter in the mall. “ Sorry I didn’t See”, he said. True he did not see , or rather could not see because he was too deeply engrossed…
Every time you compromise Your self-respect,a piece of it is torn;Every time you take a lie for a truth,a bit of it is brokenEvery time you stand against the right, grabbing that small favour,a chunk of it is crushed;Every time you steal someone’s hard labour,a slice of it is strippedEvery time you ignore that begging…
As an attendant to my unwell friend In the waiting room I see them all around With food pipes running through their nose. Weak, frail, scared, robed in blue gowns. Some on wheelchairs Others lying on couches Waiting for their turns of radiation; Each one with a ray of hope maybe bleak But it’s there;…
The eerie silence of the dark woods was intensified by lonely black tarred road and hoots and shrill cries of night birds from the deepest hollows of the forest. Not a being was in the vicinity. It was close to midnight. Kishan, who was flaunting his bravery a few moments back at Anita’s home had…
Kali we would call you,everyone around and me too.it was just a nameyour complexion was much the same.So many have I known such.Now I feel the painSeething mental painrevived and refreshedwith every utterance of your name. No, it was not just a nameIt was an identifier,a qualifier,Echoing your complexionWhere fairness was an obsession. Kalpana sounded…
It’s not the prison bars,Nor the baton’s scars,Neither working on fields,With creased hand that bleeds,Not the dungeons,Not the whiplashes,on bare backs,and cuffed hands,No more fear,of another race,No running hard,to save your trace. Sixty years and fourteen more,Have we heard the trumpets roar,Singing the song of freedom,In praise of a liberated kingdom.The soldiers lieSix feet underTheir…
Today’s story is little astonishing as it is about a meek woman who was popular for her bravery. About a decade ago a close friend Raghu had invited me to his sister’s wedding. The wedding destination was his native village Dhara, located in the Northern part of India. The nearest town from Dhara was about…
एक छोटी बच्ची, छाता लिए रंगबिरंगा , छप छप करती- हर छोटे बड़े पोखर पर, फिर खिलखिलाती, मेरा ध्यान ना जाने कब हर ले गयी। मैं वहीं सिग्नल पर रुकी इंतज़ार कर रही थी हरी बत्ती का। मीटिंग में पहुँचना था, शायद देर हो जाएगी ट्रैफ़िक था सड़कों पर, हर कोई जल्दी में, नज़रें सिग्नल…
