हिन्दी मेरी देवकी है, अंग्रेजी मेरी यशोदा। मारवाड़ी मेरी दादी-माँ है, बंगाली मेरी मासी-माँ। संस्कृत मेरी बड़ी दादी माँ हैं। इन्होंने सभी ने अपने अपने ढंग से मेरा पोषण किया है और मेरे लिए यह सभी अति-महत्वपूर्ण हैं। भारत की और विश्व की अन्य सभी भाषाएं भी मेरी मासी-माँ* हैं। मैं उनमे से कई को… Continue reading मेरी कई माँ हैं
An Ode To You
Dear Reader, this is an ode to you – *** The body may be hurting but you are as God created you. The Son of God cannot suffer — and you are The Son of God. You are Perfect because Perfection can only create the Perfect. You are Whole because the Whole can only create… Continue reading An Ode To You
The Lure Of Cacophony
What’s here is now invisible I search for life on internet. In this room and in this house, In this city I find nothing. For meaning I go to internet. To cacophonous thoughts that are More cacophonous than my mind I gravitate ― To find an end to loneliness, I turn towards the internet. To… Continue reading The Lure Of Cacophony
My Mind and The Internet – The Dangerous Divine Relationship
That was the most lonely and isolated period of my life. Then the internet came to me — when the world was, as per Jesus, in its late 1990s, and I was in my late 20s. My brother had bought home the first computer of the family, despite bitter criticism from my father. He also… Continue reading My Mind and The Internet – The Dangerous Divine Relationship
Nourished, Even By His Absence
I love missing you. It’s such a tasty, wholesome experience. Like eating a banana. Missing you is juicy with a devious prick… Like biting into a slice of pineapple. I love missing you — like eating mangoes when they aren’t there. Sucking on cherished moments, each subtle feeling. At times, missing you is tasteless with a slight… Continue reading Nourished, Even By His Absence
Reader Feedback on 12 Drops of Silence
Anita Nihalani is a yoga teacher in Assam. A Maths post graduate, she is also a prolific writer and poet. On reading 12 Drops of Silence she emailed me this response. I am grateful and elated, feeling somewhat of a trembling at her kind words — sharing the happiness with you. Words were put in… Continue reading Reader Feedback on 12 Drops of Silence
Does It Happen This Way?
When I feel happy, does that happiness caress you as a gentle breeze? When I feel content, does it ease your breathing? When I feel grateful, do your lips curl, ever so slightly, into a gentle smile? When I feel elated, do you sense a twinkle in your eye? When I feel happy, do you… Continue reading Does It Happen This Way?
Blank Pages Shall Remain
Whatever and however much I may write Blank pages shall remain – For the sky is never-ending This is a boon Given to me By the universe itself – The story will not ever end For the sky is never-ending मैं जितना भी जो कुछ भी लिखूँ रिक्त कागज़ रहेंगे क्योंकि अनन्त आकाश है यह… Continue reading Blank Pages Shall Remain
Honor Yourself First – or How To Be A Ninja Ganesha
In the ticketing system of Spice Jet, Indigo, Jet Airways, and yes Air India too, a passenger is “born” when a ticket is booked. A passenger “dies” when the passenger commits suicide (sorry, I meant when the passenger cancels the booking) , or when it is transported to another realm (city!) on the hallowed flight… Continue reading Honor Yourself First – or How To Be A Ninja Ganesha
one word poem
एक शब्द की कविता तुम. एक शब्द में पृथ्वी सारी तुम एक शब्द में सृष्टि सारी तुम क्या रिश्ता होगा जब तुम ही हो यह वाणी तेरी – तुम a one word poem you. in one word entire earth you in one word the universe you relationship? not possible when there’s only one- you this… Continue reading one word poem