6/365 – No right Time

There is no right time to write a poemit is 11pm where I liveI have had some irish wiskeyI just watched a moviea movie about women powerit is international women’s day tomorrowthen I listened to some old hindi songsI watched bollywood yesteryearsI felt sadthat Guru Dutt died so young..He was 39 I am in my bed..They say don’t use phonebefore you sleepbut I got to … Continue reading 6/365 – No right Time

5/365 The Lost one | Poetry

I am a lost person but I am not forgottennot yet…not by me at least  to be forgotten is also a blissunknown to everyone you ever knewyou float and no one asks whyeveryone floats in their own way some struggle more to stay afloat to let the flow take its course..life is always fair the one who drowns and the one who does not all die finallythat is … Continue reading 5/365 The Lost one | Poetry

Origin 2023 Movie – Film adaptation of the book Caste

Origin is in theaters, watched it on Friday. It is the film adaptation of Isabel Wilkerson’s magnificent book Caste-The origins of our discontent. If you have not read the book please do. Even if you are not a book person, don’t miss the movie. Reading the book I never thought of it coming out as a movie. And if someone had told me that time … Continue reading Origin 2023 Movie – Film adaptation of the book Caste

4/365 Writers mean harm | Poetry

A word swims to the other endin an ocean of thoughts.. words can also drown in thoughts But, yes, there are expectationshow much can a word carrythe burden on these little words the writer thinks it is a word’s faultand the word also thinks…. it is its fault And the writer gets all the creditfor all the pain of a stuffed up wordhow much they … Continue reading 4/365 Writers mean harm | Poetry

3/365 They don’t know me – Poetry

And they said it was going to be okthat they have seen the same treesthey have stepped on same leaves They said go forward don’t look backThey said my fear was baselessI just nodded I did not want to object themBe cruel to their ignorance – about who I am How can I tell themtheir shoes don’t fit meI have blisters on my legs They won’t … Continue reading 3/365 They don’t know me – Poetry

2/365 Silence is a Conspiracy | Poetry

Silence is a conspiracyto make us feel safea false safety.. I will not speak of youand you will not speak of metruce…. but there is a loud rulewritten in that silenceunread by us…. I will not speak FOR youYou will not speak FOR meWe are not oneYou are the otherso am I ‘the other‘ to you… They want us to be obedientNot ask questionsThey have … Continue reading 2/365 Silence is a Conspiracy | Poetry