Wednesday, 18 May 2011

The Choice is Yours.

This is one of early poems, when I was in 10th standard, so it is a little 'juvenile' in a way.Read on!

When your dreams break,
and heart shatters like brittle glass;

When expectations crumble,
under the wieght of Circumstance;

When agony and fear,
strike at you,
like nails driven in your flesh;

On Creativity

Poetry is not a synthesis, it is a creative art and there is a difference. Synthesis must ultimately come from some previous analysis, it must come from logic, and it must therefore come from the mind.

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Temple Lamp

Lighted when it was,
full of vigour,
with youth to its brim,
and over.

Small flame it is,
sailing in a dark ocean;
casting strange shadows,
on the earthern wall.

Moths and flies,
crawl to it,
to warm themselves in the freezing cold night.
It illumines,
the face of the Deity,
at its zenith.
Wisdom coupled with Youth,
of utmost importance.

Monday, 16 May 2011

Let There Be Light.

Darkness descends ,
nights shy lady,
softly steals;
as the day sinks,
and warmth becomes distant.

Autumn's gloomy chill.
The birds no longer call.
The pines moan and creak;
Nature seems silent,
swept by their song.

Great winds roar and surge;
no soul stirs nor dares venture.
The hosts of stars gather in the sky,
Assembled as if on battle's cry.

In the safety of brick walls,
and the comfort of glowing hearths;
Men slip into sweet slumber
And weave dreams of days long gone,
of famed exploits and glorious victories.

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Some More Nonsense

Here is a selection from one of my poems called 'Beauty of Change'


Sometimes,I reminisce
of the days gone by
like fallen yellow leaves,
testimony of a better day,
covering the earth in decay and death.

Hiding from Myself

Selected text from one of my poems.


Darkness like a dark sea,
in its unending vastness engulfs me.
Yet no cry escapes my lips.

Stumbled Upon

Read a post at KusTavan on typical Kashmiri mannerisms.Though the post is old,it is one of the most accurate lists ever.Come'on we all have done all things the fella mentions.May I add our ridiculous habit of making sure that we extract the tiniest bits of marrow from the Rogan Josh bones ? Nice post mate!

Basho's Dreams

I am an avid reader of poetry from accross the world, and write a bit myself.Here are a few of Master Basho's haikus (translated into English) that I love.I bet the original are much richer and succint than their English equivalents.

Ah! Summer grasses,
All that remains
Of the warriors' dreams.

Don't imitate me
we are not two halves
of a muskmelon.

Belief and Reality

The conflict in the world has always been between one man’s belief versus another man’s belief.
 (Indian Mystic.)

Monday, 2 May 2011


I am a 19 years old college student in Mumbai.Though I belong to the Kashmiri Pandit community, I have been a Mumbaikar from the last 18 years.

The late 80s and the early 90s were hard times for Kashmir, with insurgency widespread and state-sponsored terrorism active from across the border.They were trying times for the Pandits as well, who were already a small minority in Kashmir.Targeted killings and massacres forced them to flee the motherland, in search for security and safety.A overwhelming majority has not returned since, the wounds of fear are still fresh in their minds.