I remember a poem called ‘A reason or a season” widely in circulation on social media a couple of years back. The poet opined that people come into our lives with a specific purpose, and we should let them go when they choose to go.The purpose has been fulfilled. What disconnects is a vital clue … More Connections


I spoke to two friends today – a corporate executive and a doctor. Both echoed the same thoughts in response to “How are things with you?” The fifty plus generation does not have much paid work left to do,  We have hit a glass ceiling. Experience is an impediment to those who want rookies to … More Bone-Weary

A work of art

this is not a painting emotions spilling over all over the place in different colors overlapping asserting resisting merging creating illusions calling for attention…. forming shapes drawing boundaries underplaying some- emphasising other structures  to make sense… I look at  leaves of hope I painted  on top of chaos to make it look like a work … More A work of art


landing dab in the middle of chaotic states being stabbed where  voice originates nobody has a clue of the grit it takes to just survive, not win or create majorities always win without debate it feels as if makers of the world died intestate


shooting flames throw some light dark secrets from past tumble out – fond memories take a flight diaries hidden In book covers speak a different language than warmth of fireplace I freeze – a chill hovers neither a pull, nor a hook my once cherished inglenook

Tightening grips

vigour and fervour hands that clasp mine hold promises for a future Relaxed, I roam around waiting to be called back there is no sound… I come back to the cosy place an unfamiliar iron grip Rings alarms – it is too late I’m placed under house arrest a public speech, new promises there they … More Tightening grips


untainted untouched yet not a virgin… It is a place  where ideas meet form neural pathways blossom  to take different shapes and mingle with my life I’m fiercely possessive I don’t share  keep it away  from crooks It is my Zen corner My inglenook…

Narcissist colors

her arrogance painted in wine on walls pushes him deeper in agony submerged in blues – a peculiar shade not of his choice purple drinks of superciliousness greet visitors -as they long  for vibrant vibes or peaceful whites In their humble abodes I see dark shadows  entwined in leafy greens as I take a flight … More Narcissist colors