Category Archives: musings

This is not how you write You must learn the right Way to write poetry You must get a diploma or degree You have no qualification For critical appreciation Of poetry, it is a form of art Just because you write from your heart Does not mean your writing qualifies As a poem, do notContinue reading “In defence of the Instapoet”

I’ve been told repeatedly By well-wishers who care for me That I can be anyone I want to be Then why am I in such a quandary? There is a question existential To find things in my life that are essential Eliminate things that are inconsequential And thus live up to my full potential *Continue reading “Existential crisis..”

I’ve heard this often, but I’m not sure if this is true You would regret the chances not taken by you But why is it always about taking a chance on something new? When you don’t take a chance, you make a conscious choice too To not disturb the existing order, because you don’t knowContinue reading “I’m not taking this chance…”

The comforts of modern life have spoiled me I live and thrive on the premise of predictability With all the technology available these days I can manage time effectively in different ways Work commitments, travel, deadlines quite narrow I expect to be able to fulfill, I can be on the go Continuously, because I amContinue reading “Lessons in Adaptability”

When you write… * Shape your misshapen thoughts Into words, phrases, sentences Bury your negative emotions In the tapestry of your writing… * Let your melancholic tears fall String them into a soulful verse Watch your sorrows evaporate In the warmth of your poetry * Let your anger explode (on paper) With powerful imagery, writeContinue reading “Write to Heal..”

I need to improve, work harder too This is what I feel constantly, I do If I am average, I need to be good If good, strive towards excellence I should If I excel at something (I rarely feel this way) Then I should try to attain the pinnacle one day… You can do better,Continue reading “Inadequate”

There are so many things that embarrass you You would never tell a soul, let those secrets die with you Sometimes the feeling causes discomfort so intense That you cannot even put it in words that make sense You have a vague perception of your shame But you cannot even privately give it a name..Continue reading “Words of Embarrassment”

How many things and how many people do I need In my life so that I can be considered complete? As I transition into an adult independent You say looking for my better half should be my intent Then comes motherhood which is supposed to complete Me as a woman, what can the joy ofContinue reading “A Whole Person”

(Thinking of women in Iran) I shake my head sorrowfully How is it that in the 21st-century Freedom of expression can be suppressed so brutally We don’t live in tribes, we are a society civilized We should be more tolerant, but I’ve realized The world is dangerously polarized Mercilessly are crushed voices of dissent PowerContinue reading “Enough is enough..”

As I consume news stories about people worldwide in different situations, I try to imagine how they feel and write poems about them. The other day I was wondering if it was actually appropriate to do so, since these are people I have never met in my life, and I don’t actually know how theyContinue reading “Whose story can I tell?”

I have a chronic illness It makes me ruminate, obsess Over its existence constantly The shadow I don’t want to see Like a companion cantankerous Interrupting, creating a fuss Admonishing me to take care of it Reminding me of things that can’t fit My life and my chronic illness Warning me to manage stress GivenContinue reading “Unwelcome companion”

A Japanese philosophy that originated in the 15th century as a reaction to the prevailing aesthetic of luxury, wabi-sabi is the art of finding beauty in imperfection and the ephemeral nature of life. Rearrange, reorganize, replace, repeat Until everything around you looks perfect and neat The advice applies to your personal grooming, home and workplaceContinue reading “Wabi-sabi in my life…”