Morning sounds in India

I wake up to the sound of crows cawing, doves cooing and someone’s cellphone alarm ringing. Other morning sounds soon filter in. Sloshing sounds tell me someone is taking a bath with a bucket and a mug. A pressure cooker whistles somewhere. The traffic is a low hum in the background. Mingling, right now, with…

Poem: Walking towards Winter

I am walking towards winter, I know In summer the fruits ripen and fall In autumn the leaves ripen and glow and now they too lie fallen below. I am walking towards winter, I know The lush green grass is covered with a red and gold autumn throw and soon it will be covered in…

A 3 am cricket match

I woke up at 3 a.m. to watch the cricket match but my inbox has a hundred unread messages I better start replying, this will take ages. I woke up at 3 a.m. to watch the cricket match but my feeds need reading, my blog needs updating and all readers’ comments need responding. I woke…

We should be resilient

Too often, we have been apathetic. Our apathy comes from fear from hopelessness, from cynicism, from tiredness at battling barriers for too long. We should battle fear instead We should be resilient. Too often, we have been silent. We have solved problems through resourcefulness and private enterprise. But silence can sometimes mean acceptance, acquiescence or…

Haiku for everyday life

Trying my hand at haikus, after the last tag.? I have stuck to the traditional 5 syllable-7 syllable-5 syllable format, though it looks like I can also compose a haiku with 17 syllables in any other combination. The car ahead spun slowly in the snow. Rush hour. She was glad to flee. *** Six minutes…

A Haiku tag

I have been meaning to try writing Haiku verse for some time. In a tentative, will-it-bite way, I love Haiku, though I am not sure I can do any good with it. I am too verbose for Haiku, I can never use five syllables if five hundred would do the job instead. But then, Shefaly…

Writing poems from prose

I was going to post on something else today.  I probably will, later today.  But after reading all the comments on my previous post on how poetry is nothing but broken prose (and there’s a lot of truth in that),  I thought it would be fun to see if we can convert any of our…