Butterfly Masala

GoldenFish

Amaco Builders

Poetry

I long for a world Where my mothers and sisters Need not fear the lecherous stare Of men unknown. For you say that Women are deities, nature and what not, Yet, you never mean it.

I long for a world Where temples are not stormed by Frays of blood and hate. For you say that...

It follows her from dawn to dusk

making her to do things and not to;

leaving her to wonder!

Beware! utters it at times.

Go on! A voice stirs from depths.

People chide her when she says this.

But this is her boon- she is...

This journey started In coffee cups Over ideas that brewed to life.

It started when I saw the rain fall upon the window pane. It started when freedom learnt to speak And when insecurities looked bleak.

It started with conversations in the sound of new languages And in the middle of unfamiliar streets. When a...

Sailing to the coast of vision With deep and silent sentiment In favourable waves by the side To uphold our country’s pride.

With the mast of the ship like flag fluttering To reach where everyone dreams are fulfilled With different cultures moving in same direction For the ship to reach the destination.

...

When storm lavishes from wounds of heart And thoughts branches of human trees sway away The woods of life cries for happiness Let the light of love from the horizon dance.

So verdant leaves filled with peace Let yield everlasting ripe fruits To germinate into seeds of hope for next generation When emotions of life...

The village we lived in was a heaven on earth, From tall trees, chirping birds, and the smell of cashew. We’d grow our crop, and nurture it from birth; Solution to spoilt crop, came with a helicopter that flew.

‘Endosulfan’, the medicine is sprayed, On trees, on flowers, on rivers, on tars. And just when, the crops had the...

As the flag unfurls amidst

The birds in the sky,

Our Indian blood makes our

"Patriotism" run high.

We walk around with flags,

And shout greetings on the street,

Not noticing the blood that

Runs crimson at our feet.

...

As a world implores, and another lends a hand. I begin to really wonder, where do I stand?

In the midst of silent war, I'm a simpleton indeed. What is just one person, when they kill in creeds?

Surrounded by bloodshed, that I cannot understand. I begin to really...

She was the life of the field, Solitary rose, standing tall, Surrounded by lilies in pristine white, Through dry summers and harsh falls.

They shunned her for being different, Forced her to be like the rest, They stamped out the 'extra' from her extraordinary. She became everything she detects....

Look what the world Has come to today, Is it something new? Or Has it always been this way?

Everything labelled, with The narrowest of minds, In the perspective of those in Power, everyone's blind.

A young boy, who undoubtedly Was extraordinary, Rather than being recognized As a young visionary,

Was led out, in handcuffs,...