Beholding
byHow do we understand the people we love?
How do we understand the people we love?
Do read this evocative poem that spills the bitter truth on how fascist thugs peddle patriotism in politics.
Stone gods, gilded gods—men carve the divine, while women quietly bear the burdens of their worship.
Written as an elegy for the city birds, this poem inspired by real-life events, mourns the impacts of urbanisation and industrialisation on their lives.
“Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind” – John Milton
Freedom is yet to come — yet to come.
This wonderful poem takes you into a metaphorical world that interlaces philosophy and reality. Do read.
This poem narrates how dangerous ideologies indoctrinate, embitter and enslave you — one word at a time.
Why does the Guru of the world stay silent when needed the most?
A meditation on courage, conscience, and the enduring strength of ordinary people confronting power through unwavering hope.
Poetry gathers the fractured echoes of ordinary lives, where silence, memory, and longing become their own language.
Are all our prayers answered?
All will be well. All will be well. You will rise and shine.
Poetry is a blade forged from language, which cuts through the velvet curtains of tyranny.
Behind all the glitter and gold, behind the facade of happiness, lies a bitter truth that is difficult to swallow.