Category Archives: Life in general

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Litost

Litost (Czech) : (Milan Kundera described the emotion as “a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.”) ___________________________________________________________________________ i wonder why with all the beautiful colors on the ground i notice the gray skies first … Continue reading

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E for Escape

The sunlight in the leaves, The sweetness playing inside flowers, The breaths of ripe fruits, The eyes behind your stoic face, The feet resting on the ground, The stories brewing on your lips, And the realities being born inside your … Continue reading

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Hyderabad Heat

The heat in Hyderabad Is deceptively cool. It’s brilliance draws you out And you feel no sweat and no thirst. In the soft shade of the trees And in their gentle breeze, You feel pleasant and warm. But the warmth … Continue reading

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Keeping it simple

Let’s talk – Of the “situation” in Kashmir, Of atrocities in Syria, Of disillusionment in Manipur, Of naxals and stone pelters, Of the army and the police, Of protestors and activists, Of media, of politicians, Of truths, half truths and … Continue reading

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The bird has flown

once you were entirely mine – every bone, every muscle, every cell, every thought – was of me, from me. now you belong to this earth, it’s soil, it’s air, it’s water in you; taking from it thoughts and giving … Continue reading

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Puppet

there is a thread that takes me back a hundred years, to the dreams of people who cannot see anymore. there is a thread that pulls me forward a hundred years, to the dreams of people who don’t have eyes … Continue reading

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