My Faith over a period of time when drawn on a piece of graph will have an uncanny resemblance to the sinusoidal curve – the smooth mathematical function depicted by a continuous waveform.
Throughout my life, I have constantly struggled with Faith fluctuations.
Sometimes it is blissfully high, touching all the right chords of spirituality.
However, at other times, it plummets to the deep, dark dungeons of indifference.
Hi All,
Week 1 of Trying to: Publish a Poetry collection has not been very productive, unfortunately. I was down with the flu for a couple of days and recovery took too long.
We are not off to a great start, but that’s ok, this is exactly why we have a cushion built into our timeline. Things happen.
As per the Outline, the plan was to finalize the 3 Ls of the book – Length, Language and Layout.
Continue reading →When confronted with the unknown, a human’s response can be of two types – of humility or of arrogance.
Continue reading →Hi All,
For my first ‘Trying To’, I thought I would try something I have always talked about doing, but never did – . Publishing a Poetry collection.
After all, that is what this series is all about – doing things I only talked about, so why not start with something I have talked about the most.
Since my college days I have always identified Poetry as my distinctive feature among friends – something that I would bring to the table, something that I want to be known for, even though it’s something I have never really pursued seriously. Hopefully that will change with this series.
I always feel at a loss when thinking of starting a new thing – where to begin, what to do first etc etc.
Continue reading →“Peter is nowhere to be seen today” she said leaning against the window. Her eyes twitched. The hot July afternoon sun barged in through the window and stood between us. Dust particles danced in concentric circles to the tunes of a typical afternoon.
I had my black, rugged hoodie on, which never left my body no matter what the outside temperature was. She asked if I wasn’t feeling hot in that and I said no.
Until a few weeks ago, before coming here, she never asked if I was feeling hot. She only asked how cold it was, and how cold it is going to get in winter. The possibility of a hot American summer was unfathomable to her. She never quiet believed me when I said it does get hot here in July.
It’s not her fault, though.
Continue reading →On the way back,
the commute offers hopes of independence,
juxtaposed with a vision of fatigued lens.
In the finite night of wakeful dreams,
a guiltless sleep is a luxury one cannot afford.
Free will is a curse.
Another sun set.
Will the day ever come?
You bet!
– Choice, 10 January 2022
I stand in a corner of an art gallery,
and with the corner of my little eye,
I spy,
the works of other artists’ fly.
I look at them,
with little inspiration, and more aspiration.
Aspiration to be featured like them in an artsy place.
To have people look at my name and take picture of it.
Oh, how cruel the life is,
gives only one chance at death.
Doesn’t it know?
Experience makes a man perfect.
Of all the Options
I go through in my head
while lying awake in my bed,
‘Returning to My Country’
always made the cut…
Only until recently,
when the feeling of other-ness,
which some people talked about,
but I never believed existed,
manifested itself into Acts made and Bills passed,
for the likes of me to be purged from the land.
Forcing us to prove loyalty.
Scrambling us to provide documents,
proving that we indeed existed.
I wish I had,
a bottle to entrap
or a recorder to record.
Maybe a camera even
or something of that sort
which could save and savor
the guilt which I have
every morning
of the time not spent writing
the previous day,
of another wasted day.
Some silly excuse got in the way.
The strong desire to write,
blazes fiercely every morning
but fades over the course of the day
as time sway
everyday
Some silly excuse always gets in the way.
Zulm ki is nangi baarish mein,
Jab Zakhm sar chadh kar bolega,
Pisalti saanson ke kinaare,
Honge jab honsle past,
Aankhon mein namodar shikast,
Aur hawa mein ubharte,
nashe se dhut sitaare,
gham ke afaq par jab pohanch jaayenge,
Tab is kamzor dil pe tum,
Marham lagaane aajana.
Warna to maut laazmi hai
-Zakhm, 6th December 2019
Sometimes,
I do stupid things
though not intentionally.
I get up everyday
and take some time to reflect
and regret
Listen to the poem on Soundcloud – Gumaan
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Classroom ki chaar deewari ke beech,
lafzoon ke sunehre beenj,
jo aapne hamein baante the us waqt,
unhein aaj ka ye zamaana,
Zulm ki nangi baarish mein taraashta hai.
Nazm ki qismein bohot seekhi thi aap se magar,
Aaj jab ye Qalam hosh sambhalta hai,
Sirf marsiye ke baad hi apne aasteen se nikalta hai. Continue reading →
Sometimes when I am sending an image on WhatsApp, I accidently swipe up to find a range of filters to select from but don’t feel the need to select any. The Image filter is probably the most unused and unrecognized features of WhatsApp which tells a lot about human psyche. Continue reading →