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Pichavaram – An Aquamarine Charm
The sight of a family of seals staring back at me, through the patchy openings of a thick mangrove forest, with their round and gullible yet inquisitive eyes, was incredibly delightful. At least for those rare moments I was delivered from my certainty of a distinctive existence to that of one where I might be…
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To a John Keats of Today
O Love, Why’d you wait with bated breath? For your Bright Star: a glimpse, a word, a dewy-eyed kiss? The romance has gone, my friend, the winds restrained It is Love that’s lost; it is Love that we miss No one looks up at the moon these days Neither praises the sun nor snow, for…
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As the Ice broke, Water was Everywhere
She was there, Where it all began and all ended Neither the bright afternoon knew Nor the sad evening For they were mere visitors The tree, though, seemed to know it all It saw the ice break Big words tumble into dust Unshed tears turn to unbreathed strength He said she was a bird again…
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How White is Red
a gun is handed in good faith but each dawn new leaves moisten in red, perhaps, there were times when love was measured in white? (A still from La Haine by Mathieu Kassovitz)
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ख़ामोशी-ए-लब
ए फ़क़ीर, तू अपनी सुना अंजाम-ए-कहानी होठों पे ला तू भी था ख़ौफ़ों और शकों की बेचैनियों में बंधा? या… सहसा, दुआओं की ऐसी भीड़ लगी लफ़्ज़ ही नीलाम हो गए अब्र-ए-मोहब्बत में हम भी ठहरे फ़क़ीर, पर ईमान से परे कायर लफ़्ज़ न मिले तो मोहब्बत बेच दिया कई साल बीत गये सूखी पत्तियों…
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