21/365 – Some Day

They tell today is not the dayThey are not sure about tomorrowSome day they say ‘so what do I do’ I ask‘wait’ they say‘wait.. wait.. wait’they repeat ‘wait for what’ I askthey are silent…‘wait for life’ or ‘wait for death‘I ask them and they say nothing By now I am frustratedI can’t wait no moreI tell them I am humanthat I have emotions They screen … Continue reading 21/365 – Some Day

20/365 The lone fighter

Today the world feels brokenIt was always brokenand it will remain broken The fact is…There is no unbroken worldit is always evolving… Everything that evolvesis both perfect and imperfect all the time Then what is the challenge? The challenge is hoperather the lack of itpeople who can make a differencetoday feel….beaten…arm twisted.. lost.. afraid.. But there is something ww forgetsomething we need to keep in … Continue reading 20/365 The lone fighter

18/365 Who is Free…?

Sometimes we decide to leavethen we remember certain things We can’t leave yet…even if we want to..,where do we go? There are so many peopleWho want to go but can’t..who want to leave but can’t Freedom is used so muchby people who even have them… And most of them don’t knowwhat it means to be in captivity We always define freedomas something we don‘t have… … Continue reading 18/365 Who is Free…?

On Freedom and Life on Earth

There was something so profound I read a few days back.. “Freedom… is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey” This is a line from Chinese American poet Bei Dao’s poem Accomplices. I read the line in Ocean Vuong’s debut novel from 2019 “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” I heard Ocean Vuong speak at NPR’s Fresh Air a few months back where … Continue reading On Freedom and Life on Earth

Fixing it | 365 Flash Fiction | 65

He came early that day. Unlike a normal day he decided to cook. He scanned the fridge and found there were spring onions and nothing else. He asked himself if he needed to go and buy something. He decided not. He took one spring onion and looked at it and smiled.“I wonder what you are thinking now. Are you happy to get out of the … Continue reading Fixing it | 365 Flash Fiction | 65

17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry

The Little poem was scared…..All the long and famous poems were buriedThere were bombs and missiles flying aroundIt was dark and it was cold… There were flashes during which the poem read itself.It was little, small, naive..there was no depth in it..it thought… It was not the only little poem..there were others like it..They played by sliding on every penthey even played hide and seek … Continue reading 17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry

16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry

I always write poetrywhen the day comes to a closeMaybe poems written at the end of the dayare forced to live for an eternity Who cares if a poem lives on ?Who cares if anything lives on ?Every thing needs to expire..an expiry date. even unknown oneto finish. to die.. Lack of Death is the biggest sufferingLife is beautifulBut lack of death; it can be … Continue reading 16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry