Your Deccan Heart
bySometimes, old streets and by lanes of a city are a memory, a joy which ring tears or a song. For a poet, the Deccan is one such place.
Sometimes, old streets and by lanes of a city are a memory, a joy which ring tears or a song. For a poet, the Deccan is one such place.
The art of leisure is perfected at the Indian Coffee House, where you can sit for hours without having a sip of coffee.
There is something evocative about the jungle river. The Amazon, mightiest of them all, evokes romance and a spiritual awakening
To the inquiring eye, a human face is an abstraction, a compilation of lines, analogies and emotions – tempting, alluring and sweet.
A tree that watched over your home; saw siblings grow from children to adults; perhaps that held the tragedy of outliving all else.
Extinction has been a part of Nature. For each lost species, we weep for their passing and ignore our own.
Sometimes, we know of a person through their memories reminisced through art and things they left behind.
Spending a night out at sea is a magical experience, an opportunity to appreciate the fish below and stars above.
Centuries ago, when Amir Khusrau discovered Sufi mysticism, he could not stay attached to the material world except by verse.
Staring at a colourful blank wall, at times, may make your mind work and awaken dead thoughts. But, none of it matters.
A writer is inspired to verse by watching a Chinese painter weave his magic with brushstrokes of colour and visions of future.
There is an optimism in sunlight, one that defies all argument to make sure you start your day on a positive note.
Early Dakhnī poets conveyed a sense of 17th-century patriotism through verse – imbibing the spirit of the Deccan people.
A photograph is an eternal moment captured in time. A memory that reminds us of unfulfiled promises and lost opportunities.
Dakhniī poetry challenges the notion of poetry being for the elite. Scholar Sajjad Shahid curates a selection.