Imagining Mars through Poetic Storytelling Alternate curriculum on Mars This article aims at detailing the One-Time Project of creating an alternate curriculum for introducing the Study of Mars from classes I – IX, undertaken in collaboration with WallOBook ( A not-for-profit wing working with education for kids both on the margin and well endowed) and […]
1 Solitude You are not me anymore I am you “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more”― Lord Byron I give life to the deadShape to an […]
12 Your gift for making the window smile “Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself” —Hermann Hesse I exhale The plant in the pot needs carbon dioxideThe caffeinated oxygen fills your nostrilsYour gift for making the window smile I sit thereAs the […]
My thoughts are hands holding a concept Just see how they are leaving me now…. “Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you” - Inspirationfeed/Pinterest My thoughts are handsHolding a concept, an idea, a faceMuse-tendrils like hair beams supported by fingersMinutes uncounted in ridges Afternoon of sortsGrey indications and […]
1 Examining Urban Landscape on Realities vis-a-vis Our Dreams A Poetry of Possibilities “I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”—John Lenon Dream. Dream. […]
2 Leave me to know I you will miss And I will belong to the azure If you ever leave meI will not mourn. I will know I belong to the azure.Walking the solitary path I will blendthe serene. Ambling along the road,I will greet the fenced blooms,Together we will laugh at the Jumping bunny, grazing […]
Graphite Art is an effort draw lines around thoughts Black and white are mood descriptor “Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.” – Eliott Erwitt The effort is to translate thoughts into lines, to make it speak without words.There can be no colour which is descriptive of mood than black and white. The apparent […]
Sun dials shaping time Dialing the sun to reach time Sundial pours sand. Time.Tickling down through the ridgeTo reach the big round bulb. Like we wriggle through the rigors of pain,To reach the world of sun.The shine. The brilliance. If sun had a regulator knob,We could light it up in untimelymoments,But it is in nature to […]
That well lit Sky Bulb Of how sun makes her part of a glory. “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of […]
Fungal Moon growing like Conocybes The Sail of Silly Wind Ceased. The sail of silly wind ceased.Navy cloak-cover damps the sky.Sky palming the wet moon.Dripping. Slimy. Mouldy.Night sleeps under the blanket of rain.Turned frost.Wind, wondering how to cross the Cosmic sea, ether growing conocybes.The fungal moon. But onceThe wind treaded blithe,Roaming the permeating mystic,Fluttered the pristine, […]
