All our days are filledWith ordinary days,We keep waitingFor the extraordinaryTo be ecstatic. Yet how extraordinaryIs this ordinary breathThat gives … More
Category: Poetry
“We’ll have lunch and then hang out”
Those words I sometimes remember They could have meant something plain And perhaps that is what they meant Two friends … More
Stepping Out of the Hobbesian World
We reach out to the “Other”In all our relationships;The Other keeps appearingAlmost only as the Other;This otherness bothers usAlmost in … More
‘I learn not to carry the hurt / like a loaded gun’
‘I learn not to carry the hurt / like a loaded gun’: These poems are diverse manifestations of home An … More
On The Turning Away
I have turned awayFrom Hippocrates and Galen;I have turned awayFrom Adam Smith and Marx;I have turned awayFrom Plato and Wittgenstein;Now … More
Budaapa
Budaapa ka ahasaasHone lagaa hai mujhe. Kuch yaad nahi aatiJab jo kuch bhi yaad aatiTurant usse bula deta hoon. Koi … More
Solitude
“Laugh and the world laughs with you,Weep and you weep alone” Presenting the Solitude Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Read … More
So What!
Mother is not thereSo what? Success is there or notSo what? One is understood or notSo what? People are mockingSo … More
The Vulnerability
Yes, we should believeIn our own abilityBut vulnerability alsoNot to be scoffed at. To be humanIs to be vulnerableThat’s how … More
What’s Amiss? Missing the Miss
I miss her likeOne misses the sunOn a December day. I miss her likeOne misses a friendWho has emigrated. I … More
