Lyrics of Life

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In sil...

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something...

लाखों मारे गए, जबकि हर कोई निर्दोष था। मैं अपने कमरे तक महदूद था।  राष्ट्राध्यक्ष ने युद्ध का ऐसा बखान किया जैसे हो कोई जादुई प्रेम-रस। मेरी...

The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage indu...

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten me...

मैदानों के मौसम कश्मीर में, जहां साल में चार चिन्हित अलग-अलग मौसम होते हैं अम्मी अपने लखनऊ के मैदानी इलाके में बीते बचपन की बात करती है...

1 Again I’ve returned to this country where a minaret has been entombed. Someone soaks the wicks of clay lamps in mustard oil, each nigh...