The Symphony Of The Unthinking
byHow do we understand the incongruent symphony thrust upon us every year in the name of celebration?
How do we understand the incongruent symphony thrust upon us every year in the name of celebration?
A poem that gives a wake up call, asking you to rise and stand up for what is right.
Hold fast to your hopes. Change is coming. Your fight will lead you to a tryst with destiny.
It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times — but the current epoch is confusing as hell.
Parks, freedom, dishes, slavery. Can we ever enjoy our freedom?
When politics becomes a circus, when clowns rule countries, the whole world becomes a tamasha.
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?