This blog provides a personal perspective on Urban Poverty.
Forget
The time has come For me to leave. I’ve stayed too long, But don’t you grieve. Those times we lived And memories Don’t wash away In teary seas. We will meet again On the other side of time. Where Spring is the clime. I’ve paid my debt. Let me say my last “goodbye!” Or else […]
Extra
Hello! I am just another person. Oh yes! I may look a bit different, But here I am just another person. I am just like You With something Extra. My ears and mouth are small and arms skinny, But I sing bold and play Ukelele. I do score good in Math and Basketball, Although my […]
A Sonnet for my Mother
Goodnight! Oh sweet child. Mama is here, Lying by your side; Cuddling you, my dear! Hear my lullaby. Let all worries sweep. Bid this world goodbye! Live your dreams in sleep. We are far apart. Don’t count the distance. Keep me in your heart. I’ll come in instance. We’ll meet tomorrow, Now, Mom has to […]
The Law of Insensitivity!
On 23rd September, 2006, Shree Rajput Karni Sena was formed in the Jhotwara Locality of Jaipur, under the leadership of Lokendra Singh Kalvi; Ajeet Singh Mamdoli being the very first President of the group. The group was formed by unemployed Rajput youth, and primarily aimed at demanding caste-based reservation for Rajputs in Government jobs and […]
The Stay Back!
Some love stories are one-sided affairs lived inside the head.
Man’s Son
The Manson Family was a hippie group of the 60s, in the US, led by the infamous Charles Manson. They were gained notoriety for Tate-LaBianca murders. The group tripped on LSD and practiced Manson’s philosophy of ‘Helter Skelter.’ Every member of the Manson Family is currently serving life imprisonment. Charles Manson died aged 83 on 19th November, 2017.
This poem tells the story of the Manson Family from a member’s perspective- talking to and questioning Charles Manson in a romantic narrative style.
I Belong
A Tanka is an ancient Japanese poetry. it is an extended version of a Haiku; containing 31 syllables in a 5-7-5-7-7 format. This poem talks about the life people desire of amidst the mainstream and mechanical routine we survive in.
Goodbye!
Do not turn; I don’t want you to look at me. Why do I even expect? I know you don’t care. Am I so boring? That you have no interest in me! You share smiles, while in blankness I stare. Go away like the whispering wind. Touch me and never return. What […]
Behind Closed Door
I look across the room. Amidst the crowd I’m forlorn. Your face is the only one familiar, But now you have become unknown. You acknowledge everyone around, But why don’t your eyes meet mine? Now there is nothing between us. Is this the way you resign? You laugh! You smile! It seems… You’re […]
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