And nothing was said in return.

The streets, cars, and bikes;
Little Children and the adults,
That came with them;
Birds and stray dogs;
No honks, no chatter;
Not even a solitary bark.

All happened and not a sound.

The first time,
Spoken with anger.
Now with fear.

A few taps on the head,
Then bent down,
And an ear made contact with the ground.
Something, that moved or flowed;
Something would play a tune,
Or deliver a note,
But once again,
Not a sound.

Now desperate.
Perspiration and heavy breaths;
Teeth clenched,
And a thorough gaze.

More violent taps to the head,
And then with a deep breath,

Panting, smaller breaths,
And saliva turned red.
Teeth clenched again,
Deeper breaths.
Still no sound.

Now silent and,
Deep inside his head,
Eyes closed,
And thoughts gathered,
Images formed and played,
And played again.

Even inside, everything; everything,
On mute.

Eyes opened and ……..


Nothing was spoken.

Picture by Gabriel (Unplash)


Leaving behind the material world seems a monumental task for the modern individual. But a little bit of mindfulness can transform our lives. Sitting in a monastery, and watching the monk have a casual conversation, gave my mind the rest it needed.

Tomb of Jama Masjid

The view from the heights of Jamma Masjid is one to behold. As the pigeons flutter, kites fly, flitting in and out of sight during the divine prayers. And I simply choose to feel the evening.


This piece of art Describes the departure of Maa Durga after Navratras are over. All the married ladies assemble and play sindoor khela with vermilion signifying prosperity, laughter, joy and happiness.

Just One Drop

This piece of art describes the quest for water by a bird. It signifies how a drop of water is needed for one and all. Water should be saved for the sustainability and survival of all.


‘Karthigai deepam’ is a ceremony that is carried out during Deepavali, the south-indian festival of lights. It is a small function, but bright and warm all the same. As the lights decorate one’s home, they represent forthcoming of new beginnings.


Karna, one of the unsung heroes of Mahabharata was arrowed down to death unarmed illegitimately while he was busy lifting the wheel of his chariot from the ground. The poem revolves around Karna’s imaginary reincarnation in today’s world where the swords don’t rattle any more but the battle is still on in many other ways. Amidst this world full of existential conflicts, the poem is an imperative monologue that gradually unfolds the key to enduring a life in the worthiest way possible.

Pluck out the wheel,
Instead of taking you anywhere,
Which is going and going
Deep into the soil of your heart.
You must concatenate the nerves
To generate a force
That can pull it up on the ground.
It won’t get you stamped
As it has lost all its momentum.
Believe me, your life is no more cursed.
You had gone dead long before
The history was written;
And resurrected again in this new life.
In this new world, the battle is over
You will not be judged for choosing a side,
Nor for your wish to fly high.
Here you may get abandoned
Not to abscond to the world of lie
That perpetuates through progenies,
But to explore the truth without and within.
This freedom may threaten you,
May taunt you to its ugliest.
But, my friend, don’t bury the wheel inside
That might take you a million miles.

Picture by Venkat Sudheer Reddy (Unplash)