Talking On Mute

The Trial Here is my next piece of work – another poem that I just wrote – “The Trial” We all play various roles in our lives and we learn with time and experience how to smoothly fit into these roles. However there is one role which we seem to magically self-appoint ourselves with – the role of a “Judge”…yes you heard it right “a Judge”. Don’t we so naturally and so flamboyantly “judge” others. I mean no one taught us that skill. We are amazing naturals  😃 😃 . We are just so br illiant at being “judgemental” that we bring our “all knowing” attitude to drag people into the “courtrooms” within “our own heads” and put them on “trial” before passing our “verdict” around their “flaws, shortcomings and attitudes”. The hilarious part is that we are so confident about it that it does not matter that we do not even know the details or the context of the other’s life many a time. And yet, we make a “convict” of family, friends, colleagues, others that we may a relationship with and even t...

TWILIGHT – THE DAWN ‘AT’ DUSK!! A poem that I got inspired to write. A poem is best interpreted in the minds of readers. While I leave you to it, just wanted to share my thought, that lies beneath the surface of the words. During one of these many days of lock down, I happened to enjoy a lovely view of sunset from our home balcony. It was so beautiful and, the spectacle was so surreal that I got inspired to pen this poem down. At the outset, the poem describes a moment in the  life of “Time” - the "twilight moment during dusk". It almost seems like at that point, time stands still and motionless and refuses to move on. It wants to cling on to the day and daylight and refuses to give way to the “night”, leaving behind a chaotic play of light and colour on the canvas of the sky. It is almost as if time does not want to let go as described by Time itself. The poem also describes a more sublime truth if you go a little deeper. Here “Twilight at Dusk” can be thought of as a “state...

Fall of Glory – Livin’ a Dream –  A little tale within a tale from Shanti and myself. A Tale of a Dream unfolding into reality….would love it if you can read through…. Something I wanted to share for a long time. This is a little poem I wrote for my 8 year old son couple years back for a school recitation. It tells the story of a little stream which is born out the first droplets of rain in the woods. The stream nurses a dream – to become a mighty waterfall. But no one notices the stream, leave alone caring for her dream. In fact the stream faces so many obstacles with the rocks, twigs and trees blocking her. But she keeps flowing and gathers steam and over time lives her dream. She finally does “let go” and plunges down the cliff as a mighty waterfall. A “free fall” is the best way to represent letting go and when you do let go and follow your heart, the world is forced to turn around and admire you coz there is no more inspiring a sight than beholding one who has let go and livin...