A humming word

Your death left us in a state of camatose But slowly.. We awaken.. We gasp.. Your soft tone nudges us. We pray.. Your songs are on our lips now We close our eyes And your face replaces the moon   Nanamma Your death taught us the value of life   Like the coat of fresh paint, Our house still smells of you, Nanamma   Your anklets and its cham-cham Your waist band and the silk saree   Your sighs and your deep breaths Reverberate in the seating area, now   The plastic Neelkamal that you sat on is empty, often No one sits on it, anymore. Rather, we dare not to..  

your lips must have shivered your hands may have quivered Did they? When  your poem enveloped  like a rolled paper  was read out loud /This a humble question to the poem, Stationery by Agha Shahid Ali/

  Only for you That I shall listen to the version the society Of not being able to fulfill My responsibility But This shall not be my fate I shall rise again, albeit late   Not to prove or show But by my actions, they’d know That everybody has a right to soar high or breathe, respite from their flight   if this society is friction for a basic human right then we shall fly against their wind, like a kite  

The night opens up wounds  sewn tightly during the day  that stitch of the heart  loosens with a sentence  and at times, a rhythm who knew that these stitches  were sewn with a needle  that you touched  perhaps, they betray me hence

The reader is an accomplice, Occasionally, a shadow he follows you: by the sea, by the cafe, by a meadow A poem feeds on your whim But is satiated only by him PC: Vignesh

Everyone has eyes - but only a few have vision Everyone has a brain - but only few have a mind The journey from eyes to vision and brain to mind is fueled by education. - says Ganga Ram Choudhary in Dasvi Education is important and it is not same as attaining certificates but overall development. The importance of education is understood only in its implementation. Who needs a cynic, like Oscar Wilde says, who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing. We don't need degree holders, we need illuminated souls and the movie is about that. Ganga Ram Choudhary enters the jail as an illiterate man and leaves it, as an high school diploma holder and an illuminated person. His move to make a youthful man a leader and seek a position that he knows he can make a difference in, speaks about his obstinate will to be in power but his reform through the rigorous learning and the difference it made to his thought is shown in the role he choses as a changemaker. The power of reform an...

The coffee warms your bones  On cold mornings you cannot speak a word  The snow and the towering sky  Loot your vocabulary  And you are left,  Gasping for the exclamation  You shouldn’t have left behind