Lost words

colors and patternsspeak, yet leave things open tointerpretationwe communicate onlywith standardized symbols I spend the night hunting for lost words. I dream of failure to deliver on a writing project, because I lose a clue. It’s a syllable falling short somewhere, or a synonym not found. The antonym is too aggressive and throws me into … Continue reading Lost words


Power is contextual

Viktor Frankl made me feel immensely powerful – in the small gap between stimulus and response. I have a choice here – to do or not do something. It makes life worthwhile. The person opposite me, too, wields the same power. And it may not be aligned to my life path or strategy, or designed … Continue reading Power is contextual


The king of the jungle is called so, because other animals fear his power to harm. I wonder if democracy is just a garb for imposed assumptions. They manipulate you into believing that a powerful ruler protects you against harm. The harm done to your independence is not mentioned. We pay to be controlled. it's … Continue reading Representatives


How many hours more would it be, till the inevitable happened? He stares at the walls surrounding him, and helplessness stares back at him. The engraved scripts appear to shed tears, as words get blurred with the saltiness of truth. He tracks time on international clocks, with a faint hope that he will find a … Continue reading Walls

Life after Death

How does it feel like to see light at the end of the tunnel? It was there all along, but I was focussed on darkness in the tunnel and claustrophobia. I even forgot to explore depths of darkness and discover hidden secrets there. Limited me! absolute darknessblinded by infinity-Regain your powerSee your soul merged with … Continue reading Life after Death

Tanka Prose

This is a 'tanka prose' created by the 'Found Poetry' method from my own piece Monsters I continue to be the monster in their stories…. There might be a day when one of them is in trouble. If I sense that, and am capable of helping out, I offer a hand silently. To accept or … Continue reading Tanka Prose

You made a choice

Remember you said ‘dictatorship is good - to meet a goal’. You made a choice in that moment - to be walked upon, to become irrelevant, to write someone else’s story, to fulfil someone else’s dream. You chose to surrender your voice. The underlying desire was to trample on people you abhor, but you were … Continue reading You made a choice


What do you do, when the teapot is too small, and you need to serve six people? I learnt to conjure magic in the cups. I taught them to play a game, and let them believe their cups are unfilled, because they lost the game. The winner got something, for sure, and saw me as … Continue reading Magic


A David is born, whenever a Goliath gets arrogant about his strength. Goddess Kali is born whenever oppression increases. Tsunamis unleash their force on the world, when the ocean is unable to contain its angst. The pride of those at the receiving end prevents them from seeing the connection. They like to deceive themselves that … Continue reading Revolutions

Bird’s choice

The forest is on fire. Animals watch with amusement, as a tiny bird brings water in her beak and puts it on the fire. “You silly bird”, says the smart monkey, “you cannot extinguish the fire with a few drops.” “I know,” she responds, “but when history is written, I want to be counted amongst … Continue reading Bird’s choice