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Novelist, cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker,reader of books and realities,
ponderer of questions milling around. Still curious, somehow.
- Great graffiti wall - political parties
- Peace Deal ? Cartoon Tota - Myna
- Pollution Purana : Cartoon Tota-Myna
- Liberalism, anyone?
- Poetry of the day
- Going bananas: Cartoon Tota-Myna
- More on Crime Fiction
- Dance of democracy : Cartoon Tota-Myna
- Traditions, Trades : Cartoon Tota-Myna
- Matter of tolerance : The Great Wall of Graffiti
Category Archives: poetry
Normal Probably for more than a year I have been hearing loud moaning in the mornings echoing around my jungle of flats. The other day I was told it is a neighbourhood school practising chanting of mantras. Odd that … Continue reading
Ways I happened to look it up : nervous breakdown. Realised I have had several from time to time, untended. Not a bad way to survive here, and to talk later, write, even hit back. There ought … Continue reading
Fight Nobody had ever told you that it was an assumption, and that too a provisional one – to help you along for a decade or two : that things are supposed to make sense. Growing old, count … Continue reading
Turning Turned by seeking into a pellet of dye I dissolve in the waters, lose my substance and leave barely a tint; in the turning seasons, passing years. To make sense they say this is cosmic dance.
That Blue Mountain I reach here beyond a huge mountain at its deep bottom, in this blue light like an everlasting dawn. All living past and left behind, feeling a mild remorse and vast relief; free like a … Continue reading
Winters` Ship The light has changed, turned clear with turning of winter, like far seas rounding turn their backs on continents, and lifetimes. Streaming into my whole house like the ship alone voyaging, this yellow light without heat; … Continue reading
Spring There is an unseen draft traveling through my closed house; the flame in the kitchen is bending to one side. There is a spring somewhere.
Memories Like every year suddenly it is now an evening of winter , yes ; Diwali is tomorrow , or the day after . The red ball of sun setting low between two apartment buildings is like a memory , … Continue reading
Trouble Trouble is , very few have truly believed over the centuries ; mostly it has been : “maybe” or “might as well”. It can`t be otherwise of course , the way life is . But default positions , accumulated … Continue reading