When Navratri is celebrated

When Navratri is celebrated, Seasons are in the midst of change And Nature is renewing itself. There is magic in the air – truly, As the seasons are switching turns, And the phenomenon of Ritu Sandhi unfolds. When Navratri is celebrated, Vivid rituals are alive in the air. The southern end of India bursts into…

One last chance

Can’t wait to reach home; Why are the vegetables so dear? I need more sales today – should I display the goods differently? No, don’t go to the other guy; Why doesn’t he look at me? Here, we go again … Another fight! Why? A wistful eye following an exchange of money; A pursued pair…

I write because…

There is hope in this world And we must express it. Because the sun shines and We, too, must reflect its glory. Every generation needs to have storytellers, The world needs to keep moving, you see. And time is cyclical, Events that happened in the past, Will take on a fee form and will happen…

The Prayer

A chance drive past a beautiful field…one fine day. The memory lingers…even while it gets washed with time.

‘And I made a rural pen…’

I have loved William Blake’s poem many times over – over the years, especially the last few lines: “And I made a rural pen,  And I stain’d the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.”  

Ode to Marine Drive

Recently, my friend shared a beautiful piece on the ocean by Wilferd A. Peterson, an American author. It brought back so many memories of Marine Drive and the gorgeous Arabian sea.

My Master & Me

In this journey towards the Self,
All that remains is my master and me.

Since

Since. Since the answers lie within…

The Invitation

A beautiful poem I chanced in college: “It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.”