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Conscience, not for rent

There had been a time when I used to blindly think that my school textbooks were the ultimate truths. We were taught that we have no voice against whatever is written in it. The “goods” which they speak about are to be accepted as undoubtedly and supernaturally good, and the “evils” are “of course, evils […]

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Getting wet…

Monsoon is up and full of love. They take a pen and pour out the rain inside. My rains were like, “It is raining outside”, as if it doesn’t touch me. It was the pride of a black umbrella to protect me from “getting wet”, when “it rains”. Rains were always outside, hence… “Getting wet” […]

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Magazine articles | My English poems

Temple

Temple The temple celebrates grace. The hard rocks are there in the centre, called idols. Gold ornaments adorn those black structures. The lighted lamps glorify it with more golden rays. A view of mixed gold inside the decorated doors with tiny bells. And the chants, perfectly ununderstandable for me. Good, if the idols know Samskrutha. […]

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Magazine articles | My English poems

Dangerous

Against the common, My emotions will speak dangers.   Why this cry, baby? Tell me not that it is for the long eras Of futile living. It is philosophical. Out of sense for you.   See how your parents smile, With the doctor’s word: “Your baby is fine.”   I know that you cry that […]

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That page…

With the smoke whirling up from the hot pages of my diary, a nude face shows up, expressions torn off. It was years before, when my words were wet and eyes were dry. The lips were sealed with an invisible, crossed, dry band aid that proved a slow poison to my spirited soul. I lost […]

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The ultimate equalizer

Death is the ultimate equalizer that puts end to the unequalled destinies, to the unequalled construction of living bodies, to the imbalances of learning, learned and learnt alike, to the unbalanced weighing of real and unreal, to the confusions between related and unrelated rights, to the struggle for defining lies against the mighty truth, to […]

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Thoughts

Stop calling out my name! Stop calling me for anything! I am a nameless being in the truest self. There I float in my thoughts and recollections and you try to pull me out! I hate those who speak while I am busy with thoughts, staring at nothing at some zenith of my vision. I […]

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All in me is love…

For this was on seynt Volantynys day Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make. [For this was Saint Valentine’s Day, when every bird cometh there to choose his mate.]   The first words inked for the Valentine’s day that was emotionally Chaucerish. The later poets tied their red flowers to the garland of […]

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The Blue

The midnight sea reflects the bluish tint. The bygone months try to stretch to the shore. My vision rolls back to the start of the year. Both hug at some point and make the past alive. The ebbs fight with each other. Some get to front, some step back, some fight to a standstill. The […]

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One minute!

Statue! The earth gets stuck for a minute. The clouds are still. The water loses its ripples. The rain draws a graph across space. The waves are frozen up. For a minute, let it be. Its 11.59 am. November 4, 2011. This is Chennai. Its raining out… The sparkles glittering in the dark one by […]

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