A Blogpost Turned Poem, by Khawaja Musadiq

A week ago, I wrote When Family Becomes A Distant Memory. Khawaja Musadiq, a wonderful wonderful poet turned it into a poem, thousand times more beautiful. Although he doesn’t know the context and details I wrote the blog post in, nonetheless he wrote so beautifully. surviving on a bleak glimmer of h o p e , […]

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”, a poem

For Simran Narwani I was looking for a friend, when you tapped my shoulder from the back and I was confused how to respond back to a recognition from a person that was not mutual. Last time this happened I was in a hall trying to remember something about microprocessors so that I could at […]

The Real Iron Man

THE REAL IRON MAN He has an iron hand, full of wait of coal burnt almost like a cave man lifting the weight of a person’s dirt and pressing it over to its core so the next time an ironed shirt is worn, it smells of sun charged like solar flares, flat creases transfigured into […]

Sands of Time

A poet’s letters to his muse found 99 years after his death She, the stories behind the scenes that he covered up in the lifelong attempt, to give into writing. I know he didn’t have an option. I just wish the unaddressed letters that I write and have written to people reach them before any […]

Vegetable Market Pantomime – Part 2

Today, the market was a weekday, meek customers at the whims of seemingly fixed and unbalanced prices ₹ 30 per half kg but ₹ 50 per kg. A Sikh woman gaunt as a twig with a kirpaan hanging fast, hopeful that the plastic utensils, the plastic strainers and the muddlers will find their way to […]