This city is dead and desolate !

Utility Cars, iPhones, 4 BHK;

Insatiety! Greed for accumulated “things”-

The momentary pride of a new car,

Compared to carefree ride on the rusted bicycle!

Disconnected AI of an iPhone,

Versus deep-meaningful, soulful conversations,

Rhythmic “tring-tring” of the landline era!

Comforting memories of a warm-cozy home,

Small kitchen garden, Sparrow for a friend!

Anti-depressants, sleeping pills – in the 4 BHK.

Scattered shit, lifeless kids, out on the street.

Perfumes and incandescent candles,

In the house that’s not home – the 4 BHK!

Countless confusions & counted apprehensions,

Chaos is the namesake,

Of this city that’s dead and desolate!

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Exist, live, be!

Exist, live, be.
Survive the act,
Play the part that hurts the most!

Breathe, inhale, exhale.
Catch thy breath,
Laugh out till you’re breathless again!

Scatter, dance, release.
Show’em your moves,
Joyful saunter of a sacred deer!

Pushkar poetry

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Nature’s way – a celebratory note!

A starlit gaze,
A glossy red rose,
Endlessly wide horizon.

An owlet’s hoot,
A rainbow butterfly,
Quietest-slumbering valley.

A cow’s gentle moo,
A doe-eyed babe,
Canvas of a scarlet-orangish sky.

Nature’s way – a celebratory note,
Disquieted human mind ruminates thought-stress.

Red rose and Butterfly

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​For the Night is Dark, and Full of Melody!

Naya Nangal

A cricket’s love-laden chirps adds a kind of mystic melody to the quiet night – an ancient love-call for the nocturnals to celebrate the darkened silence of the night.

Notice how the incessant chirping of the cricket is never a disturbing noise! It rather adds a sweet lullaby to the disquieted mind, that quietly numbs one towards a peaceful sleep.

It seems like the chirping adds a kind of  rhythm to the night!

 Like a pre-arranged agreement between nature & its elements, that allows the insect to add a sweet sweet melody to the quietness of the night.

 A perceptive mind can see that there’s a melody even in the constant murmur of a passing river & a gentle drowsiness in the splashing waves of an ocean. 

 Everything is perfect & in complete harmony in mother nature: the sounds, the noises, & the sacred silences!

 But it’s a complete reversal in a the chaotic human mind, a mind which brings disharmony and imbalance in nature & life of all the other beings on the planet.

If only a person could sit silently in the lap of mother nature, gaze at the magical canopy of a startit night, & understand that though the night is dark, it is still full of Melody:

a melody lost to the death-deaf human species ! 

a melody that brings a sense of belongingness to mother nature

a melody with which the ancients were connected to!


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The Curious Case of a Writer’s Block

writers block

A writer’s block. A malady understood by only .1% populace. An incurable & inexplicable phenomena that afflicts both the wanna be & the established writers equally.

So, what is it that causes the curious case of a writer’s block?

If creativity is a divine gift , is writer’s block a punishment by a not-so-happy divine hand? 😛

If creativity is 99% practice, how the hell is one supposed to practise the inability to practise something ?

Not-so-easy to answer questions!

Let’s start with the basic one.

What is a writer’s block???

The exact feeling can be figuratively compared to a bad dream where one is falling down a steep hill without any bodily control & wakes up with a sudden jerk.

The meaning of the phrase is the inability to; write a sentence, possess a linear thought process /flow of ideas, or sometimes, a condition when the ability to write even the next word is lost, for a week, a month or, in my case, a number of months now.

It feels like the heart might give away completely the moment the next word will come out of my mouth/ pen. The thing is it is too lame to be expressed, yet happens to the best of us.

“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” 🙂

– Charles Bukowski

I can’t fathom the depths of failure that writer’s blocks brings upon someone. It’s different for everyone. And I’m sure the easy answer is to look at it as a technical issue rather than a psychological one (a reality of over-thinking writers).

But here’s what helps me at times, & I’m sure the answer is different for each one of us.

  • Read a thought-provoking book
  • Solo travel
  • Meditation
  • Strenuous physical activity
  • The art of doing nothing

Any one of the above, or when I am lucky enough, all the above mentioned activities slowly steer me away from the wretched blockage of creative energy, & allows me to relax enough to write naturally.

I guess more or less, the lack of inspiration or monotony is why writer’s block manifests. And doing that one thing that always takes you on a “joy-ride” is the key to unlock the much-dreaded blockage.

Do share your ideas on how you get past your block in the comments section. 🙂

writers block
To write or not to write, that is the question?

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