Pointing to myself

I can press like on one and retweet another with ease; practising my likes & retweets requires grit and strength that I am still trying to gather; tired of pointing out everything that’s wrong with the world and realise that I’m complicit to what I point… https://twitter.com/prashanthns/status/1268106704262017024?s=20 In response to this “simple idea”

Tukde Tukde hum nahin, tumhara tootna mumkin hai

टुकड़े टुकड़े हम नहीं, तुम्हारा टूटना मुमकिन है – उमेश श्रिनिवसनयह जो बैर के पहाड़ खड़े किए हैं तुमनेसोचा होगा के हैं हिमालय से भी बुलंदहम नहीं जियेंगे इनके साए मेंनफ़रत के टुकड़े कर देंगेटुकड़े टुकड़े हम नहीं, तुम्हारा टूटना मुमकिन हैजाओ रेंगते उसी गुफाह में जहाँ से साँप बनकर निकले हो तुम्हारा ज़हेर ना…… Continue reading Tukde Tukde hum nahin, tumhara tootna mumkin hai

The puddle in the mind

A lotus bloomed over a puddle Glistening in the morning sun. A cheer to the shepard and to the maiden alike, While the fisherman pondered on.   A lesser plant, never seen, A strangled seed never green, Another lotus born together But never deserving any cheer.   What makes one a lotus What strangles the…… Continue reading The puddle in the mind

Canned corn at Google’s cost

Well, here’s another poem and like my previous poem blogs, again not by me, but in reaction to email dissemination of my attempts at serious rhyme through poem.