Tuna
byPoliticians will sing you sweet songs of liberation. But that doesn’t mean you should take the bait.
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Of Night, Day & Eternity
byFrom the dawn of mankind to the twilight of our lives, the sky is the only artwork that renews itself for our sight each day.
Masala Media
byIndian news, much like Indian cuisine, possesses the extremes of all its flavours.
The Needle In A Haystack
byWhen you find your truth in a very large haystack, it’s better to take it with a dash of imagination.
Here Is Where I Belong!
byHyper-nationalism tries and fails to take away the poet’s sense of belonging to the motherland.
A Brief Hour of Beauty
byClint was one of the greatest painters to come out of Kerala. He was only seven when he died.
The Earth
byThere is no muse more inspiring to the human spirit than the planet we all live on.
The Sparrow & the Sneeze
byPoetic musings are pleasantly interrupted by sparrows, the breeze, and the occassional sneeze.
Diplomacy
byIn a world where hawks and armchair generals call for war on a daily basis, diplomats keep the peace – and the poetry.
The Rickshaw-Wala
byDays without end and weary feet without rest. The rickshaw-puller pulls the weight of a city indifferent to his plight.
Reminders
byYour best memories may not come from the photographs in your phone, but from the objects that created moments.
Mainstream
byThe things that make us who we are are also the things that make us stand out from the crowd.
An Embrace
byThe true language of love needs no words; romance finds its subtlety and an embrace finds its innocence.
The Very Tired Butterfly
byEvery colour on a butterfly’s wing tells a story – even in death.
Your Promise
byPromises made by sunlight are seldom broken.