Lalbagh 16/11/2018 When the winter breeze begins blowing When the city’s auditoriums fill with plays Under the soft morning light in Lalbagh I sit, reading to the wind A collection of poems in hand Short stories in my bag Giant Silk Cotton Trees, three of them With me, behind the bench I sit Little men … Continue reading Lalbagh
Tag: Poem
Barking
Jim Harrison’s poem ‘Barking’. I imagine the man lived a full life. BARKING The moon comes up. The moon goes down. This is to inform you that I didn’t die young. Age swept past me but I caught up. Spring has begun here and each day brings new birds up from Mexico. Yesterday I got a … Continue reading Barking
Before leaving
We leave half a world of memories abandoned but after having lived them well. I cruise through those with an intention of making more, every night, after drifting into sleep. I wake up and think of the other half that is yet to be created. For the remaining half, we do not meet. We walk … Continue reading Before leaving
Mark a poem that hasn’t broken forth
The Map-Maker - This beautiful poem comes to mind during a conversation. Have grown up reading Daruwalla’s poems during schooldays, as a part of the curriculum. Pity that they didn’t include this gem of a poem about life, living, failures, adventure and setting out again. I have returned to it often. These lines, if one must select … Continue reading Mark a poem that hasn’t broken forth
Independence Day, Indian Army & a Poem
From reading John Masters' The Ravi Lancers and The Nightrunners of Bengal to the story of the famed horse regiment of Indian Army - Skinner's Horse , I have been a stickler for works (fiction & non-fiction) on Indian Army. But for Indian writers Indian army hasn't quite been a subject of interest. Except, an occasional … Continue reading Independence Day, Indian Army & a Poem
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