Across The Bridge- Mother’s Day Special
Across the bridge when I was standing, Poking, crying and spacing. She put her soft arms and hands, To put me where…
The Stereotyping of Indian poverty in World Cinema, a false representation: PART I
There’s a huge modern urban mythology because of the global mainstreaming of misinformation about India and its cultures, where Indian poor are…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- V
“There’s a river that keeps on flowing. There’s a sun that keeps on staring and there’s a life that keeps on going.” …
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- IV
When the whole world seemed burning down into angry ashes, he swept into the ocean of his favorite books shutting the doors…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- III
Dear Diary, Life is lonely here. Even if you will stay, the tides will rub you off. It’s like a gypsy soul…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)-II
“Two days off the shore and the world forgets you are the sailor!”. Mysticism never ends neither did his stamina. His paddling…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist) – I
“What’s up for me?” This brings the biggest confusion in one’s life. And with the onus of leading this conversation, he decided…
Fell Short of a Word
Fell short of a word just one, At peak streak pricking inside. Quietly set upon the wish to proceed, Over lips dry…
May Day
That bright summer afternoon, no orange sun to see, Warm lights through doors it stepped in like a crowd. A warm loo…
Fade Away
Why believe if to fade away, Like sunset in the lap of dull sky. Greatness have patience, a word, So far, that…