a cry long suppressed in hearts broken not beaten will rise roaring like a wave crashing on the shores of delusion and their castles built on sands-a-shifting their doors cracked windows rattling will wash away nature time truth are watching waiting before calling to collect their debts

Of all the thirty crore and some he is the only one never holding a weapon he stands like all of us mortals arms on waist a bit flustered tad apprehensive despite everything summoning courage to face the gathering storm Not for him a golden throne to lounge on fawning wife at his feet a…

the day ended senses regained the silent DJ gathered his quiet speakers tent & water sprinklers unfastened lie forlorn on the ground cleaning army moves in washing off colors stubbornly clinging to the paver blocks it’s a lost battle the pressure from water jets is too much down the drain…

Celebrations of any kind in a typical Mumbai housing complex begin at 09:00 usually. The first song that blares out signifies the day/festival being celebrated. “Rang Barse” from Silsila was the song that kicked off proceedings for many years until it gt displaced by “Holi khele Raghuveer”, then came “Balam…

its smoggy its hot dust in the air CO2 trumping the O2 the sky bathed in a color bleak it’s like stepping onto the streets of Mordor I walk slower than usual chasing a rhythm which remains elusive today and then Rekha turns up giving voice to Raj’s words the first para sets the stage the…

someday an algorithm will do a Gulzar another one will do a Vishal and yet another will do a Rekha all three will find themselves in one song that day the bot universe will know what it means to be alive some will let out a sigh some may even discover tears

Jupiter with it’s many moons and no one to write about any one of them and here we have one and maybe a billion odes already written this one included I guess one could be scientific and lead with rotation and something more specific or just let out a sigh as one spots it nestled between buildings or…

life slowly withering ambling into oblivion cell by cell memory by memory or life vanishing suddenly a magic trick gone rogue a turn sans the prestige unexpected cope we must with what it throws at us, somehow either way makes sense to take it one day at a time hold on…

sun rays filter across my desk bounced off glass windows from the buildings nearby in Mumbai one has to go the extra mile to meet friends and say hello