A fleeting touch of kindness from one completely unexpected…. This experience was both a welcome surprise and an unsettling experience for me… This poem tries to capture that moment…

Although written days back I chose to date my this baby as of today…

The Kite

I dont excaltly recall when I called these lines officially a poem. Hence the hesitation to put an exact date… But that doesn’t make the concept behind it any less relevant. To me at least….

In an attempt to clense myself from my frustrations…. to remind myself that if I could only be free of my crippling fears I could taste the infinity…. But as Arjuna insightfully asks Lord Krishna:

अथ केन प्रयुक्तोऽयं पापं चरति पूरुष: |

atha kena prayukto ’yaṁ pāpaṁ charati pūruṣhaḥ

Chapter 3 Verse 36

Bhagavat Gita

Composing this poem was singularly cathartic. This was an attempt to capture those moments of vexation and frustration, which result from overthinking… And which other language is more apt than German to arrest such strong emotions? This I could not have achieved in any other languageI speak…

Distancing and Isolation

My latest creation is  a product of the current situation. How  the human life is sustained by  technology  … Not even the simplest living person can deny its  inevitable  presence… 

The sovereign Mistress refers to Goddess Saraswathi- the Godess of All Art- Knowledge and Wisdom.Being in the field myself, I couldn’t possibly write on  this topic by bypassing  the immensely important influence  the media plays in the field of education these days…

Hope you  enjoy the same as much as I did writing it.

FEAR…

The title says it all… Anybody who has experienced/ is experiencing  fear for over a period of time will understand(hopefully) what I am talking about… It grips you bit by bit  and arrests your momentum,  manipulates your thought processes  and  leaves you incapacitated …. A sensitive  mind is constantly and totally aware of these processes… And that  makes  the whole thing all the more painful.

The setting  I have explained…. The season is winter… More than that a poet is not allowed to reveal…

I have used clipart image of a drop of water instead of just writing the word down… Needed a change and wanted to experiment:-)