A sudden inexplicable discomfort, The blades of the ceiling fan pretty clear, Amongst all the haziness, And just a few minutes lapse...

The vast accumulation of the minuscule, Reverberation of the seemingly static, Connect between particles, Cause of our consequential...

Let the warrior in you be your saviour

Goddess Durga in Covid times

Poetry

We stress and end up anxious, missing out on the good times today, for things we might not even think about tomorrow.

News of 2020!

Poem about A girl, tired, while she is on a train she just boarded