Thursday 29 September 2022


 As the sun slowly gets to the other part of the world, leaving us in the dark, some very tiny, little creatures come alive and they fly in search of light. This is so paradoxical, to wait for the night and then to search for the light, or is it metaphorical? 

Maybe it is always this that is happening, we search for things that are missing. We search and search and find alternatives.  

         At night these beautiful, designed creatures come inside; they say that it brings bad news and bad luck while some believe they are angels from heaven with good messages. But for me they are nature’s wonders. Good or evil, they bring the intricate crafting sense of an unknown creator---an artist. 

I sit here, silence 

like shimmering flame of truth 

the moth searching light 

I took photos of these insects, watching them every night to remember these alien days when I was searching for the meaning in all the changes around the world, the arrogance and ingratitude. 


delicate wings 

carrying off the weight(lessness)

light, a distant mark

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Tuesday 27 September 2022

September, slowly fading...


Here in the outskirts of a desert, the rain slowly dripped to its last drops. The puddles lingered a little longer in the clay soil as if the earth wanted that moist touch and was reluctant to let go of the monsoon. The peacocks called in the morning, in chorus, to say adieu to the rain for a while. Sun is back with a bright face, making the flowing Narmada its mirror, I wonder what it will be reflecting upon? I walked on the uneven footpath; the roads were getting busy with vehicles. 

A cuckoo called 

Melodiously, alone in the branch 

A school bus went by 

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Friday 8 July 2022

Beliefs, choices and freedom

 Beliefs, choices and freedom

I kept my beliefs on the side table to listen, 

 it is much easier to listen with nothing on your mindscape. 

There were people in the room, plenty, 

walking, talking and judging; my beliefs were used  

after every drink and snack; tissue papers, they destroy trees 

and end up in dustbins.  

Did my freedom ever pollute the other person’s?  

There is always an avalanche of words, comments and verdicts 

under which mine and yours die of suffocation and hypothermia. 

I thought of planting new trees, fresh, after considering the climate; 

I won’t allow them to be cut for tissue papers nor would I ever touch the other trees, 

let them find their own nutrients and heights. 

So, I have made some choices, was it deliberate? 

I still don’t know; I was made with much of what was there  

and I stitched them all with threads I had with me. 

They say, every coin has two sides and  

that every vegetable has its own poison, don’t overeat anything. 

Believes, choices and freedom, they come with double sides to be explored. 

This needlework to unstitch the make is tedious and yet so exciting 

as ‘new’ always give wings to the imagination; 

Is there any scope for new skies? 

written for

Friday Writings #34: Unsavory Topics




Wednesday 10 November 2021

Morning vibes

Mobile photography

 The way we are becoming//
The sky and the Sun
And all the winding roads//
Love the Zephyr 
And all that is this morning…

Tuesday 26 October 2021

Fresh starts

Mobile photography

leaves on the ground
lost words
ushering a breeze