Freedom That Passeth Understanding

I seek that freedom Yes, that freedom That bears no relation To my position, situation, Status and station in life.

The Only Game in Town

Imperfection is it It is the only game in town To be perfect is to be God But, we are … More

I could never love myself Fully, or accept myself Fully, how could I Saw as I did Many an imperfection … More

Friends, waste not your time Conversing with friends In coffee shops You have talked enough What else is there To … More

Don’t wait for the “right” excuse Any excuse will do If you are in earnest about “The flight of the … More

Ah, friendship is not What it is cranked up to be Ask me who has seen The true face of … More

Some feel I am A genius Some compliment me on Having a brilliant mind Some scoff at me That I … More

Hindu or Muslim, Brahmin or Dalit How does it matter Who you “think” you are A penny for your thought … More

(I wrote this poem in 1980 when I was in 11th grade) O India! Land of my mother And my … More

Sitting there on the railway platform having nothing special to do except wait for Shatabdi Express and watch the melee … More