Saturday, November 21, 2015

Those 8.3 minutes...

That winter morning, I waited for it to reach my window,
Every moment felt like eternity,
it just reached my window pane, and my pains vanished,
the birds who were waiting like me, flew together,
in lovely patterns, which just happened.
There was joy, as the sun reached the earth, the flowers opened up again,
in those long 8.3 minutes!
(- Khs, November, Delhi)

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The War

Rama returned from a war,
to see light, but,
he experienced, loud sounds,
he was in two minds,
should he come back or stay in Lanka!

'Ram Ram' India!

Bajju, Rajasthan. 9 pm In Bajju, every morning I wake up for chai and smile at strangers, who break their 'Being strangers' tag ...