Poetriture

It was as good as any a day for the boy, holding his matka in front of him walking silently, behind his mother as they both walked over to the upper part of the river. His mother filled her two matkas, put one on her head and the other her waist and gestured him to do so too. He filled his matka, but unbeknownst to him, two snakes had entered the matka with the water. He didn't realise it and held it over his head. They both started walking home, with the boy sloshing a bit of water with every step he took. He reached home and his mother went to her cooking while he was putting his matka down, for the animals to drink from. One of the snakes raised his head out of the water and before he could react, suddenly bit him on his hand. The boy dropped the matka, which incidentally didn't break. The boy whimpered in pain as tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't cry for help. Another head was raised from the matka and the snake spoke in a hissing sort of voice, ...

She was giddy with happiness when she held to open the gift. The black ribbons came off as if made of woven air and slipped into nothingness when she pulled them. She loved these gifts from her lover.  She sat down and put the gift on the ground. She wanted to savour the moment as long as she could. She almost cursed the dual nature of wanting to prolong this feeling and also for the climax to come.  She quickly breathe a few and closed her eyes as if saying a prayer before opening it. She held the gift in her delicate hands and opened her eyes with it.  It was a wolf pup. The cutest little baby who was pink at his nose with not even the eyelids completely open yet. It made a yelp noise as it tumbled inside the box clumsily. It rubbed its snout on the inside of the box looking for milk, but none came. After a while it got silent as went to sleep. She was dizzy with happiness. It was perfect gift she could have got. She absolutely loved it. Ev...

A crone's heart of mine bleeds, Torrents of tears fall on an icy stone, The world around tumbles noisily, While I sit in the middle, but all alone. Desolation also leaves and breath stops, The winds have changed, too hard I try, Yet these blows and thorns of steel have not, And neither shall they make me cry. The absent shoulders and laps are cold I want deep roots in me and mine, No one there to answer my questions, Is ask of a thing so small, so big a crime?

The function was as good as any. All family and friends dressed in their best, flaunting the wrong amount of wealth they carried on their necks. The bride looked beautiful, as royal as a queen. But she was beautiful for someone else, and wasn't my type anyway. My eyes were locked on someone else. Someone, who was far more numinous. My friends had already retired to the dinner, I was finally alone and I wouldn't have to come up with reasons for looking in a particular direction. Peace, at last. Now I could see her in her beautiful red dress. She looked like a rose. She was not looking at me though. Earlier I thought that it was a good thing, I wouldn't have to stray away my eyes for a chance of contact. But she was not looking at me even when I stood in front of her. Something was wrong. I followed her over the huge fest. She was looking for someone. Someone who wasn't there for her, while I was. She wouldn't even look at me. But my God, was she beautiful! It ...

When we say that India is a great country, we say that in a sense that not only is the size of the country great, which it is, and not even describing the huge variety of landscapes, which we also have, but rather the huge amount of lines on which there is work to be done, the huge amount of people whose welfare is to be seen, the huge amount of brainpower required and is available for the same in the vibrancy and vividness of a gigantic talkative democracy. I invite you to look up a word in the English dictionary called ‘sonder’. It essentially means that every individual we see around us, or the ones we don’t see all have as complex a character and life as we have. Democracy is one of the few government systems which try to uphold this unachievable ideal, most other forms mostly reduce the people mere statistic or workforce.   When the sonder is applied to family, we can grasp it, but when the line of sight is compounded to include the entire nation, the concept just flies o...

Today, in the fury of reading everything there is to know about ISRO, I was struck by a very righteous question and subsequently got hit by the right answer. At the very least I feel that it is right. Also watching the movie “First Man” didn’t hurt either. I learned about the various missions we have undertook and how after facing extreme peril won over them, or won them over. I learned about the feelings of the entire nation after the “95%” success of Chandrayaan 2 as I too was in the flood of feelings when at 2.1 km above the surface of Luna, we lost our Vikram and Pragyan. The constant efforts to establish communications with it will continue till 21/9/2019 after which its lifespan will end. To the curious, that will be because of very little heat protection, the sun will literally fry the wiring in the instruments, rendering it obsolete. After that, as everyone says, we shall move on. We have come a long way from INCOSPAR in 1962, and since the formation of ISRO in 1969, ex...