sunset
watch as the sun drops into the reservoir of tomorrow and drowns in its myth;
watch as fumes of pink film the earth for an awed fraction, eviscerating the…
१.
मनावर ताण असलेला माणूस निरंतर चिंतातूर असतो शंका साठवत असतो पुरावे गोळा करत असतो पाहिलेल्या प्रत्येक दृश्याला झटकून-दुमडून-मुडपून पाहत असतो तऱ्हेतऱ्हेच्या micro घड्या घालून अदृश्याला आकार देत असतो घड्या…
Shades of Red
Each month, a chaos builds within, a week of shedding. Metamorphosis of the moon? Sometimes with the change of seasons skins peel off themselves. A rush accompanies,…
कृष्णविवर
बुबुळातून थेंब थेंब झिरपतोय पसरतोय शरीरभर अंधार धमन्यांमधून वाहू लागलाय.. काबीज करतोय पेशी पेशी हळूहळू जाईल दृष्टी उदास भयाण पोकळी नुसती रंध्र रंध्र काळोख मिट्ट कृष्णविवर: अजगरघट्ट.
शिवालयाच्या गाभाऱ्यासारखी…
My Anger is Rising Like the Brahmaputra
My anger is rising like the swelling Brahmaputra in Assam Flooding its banks, drowning, destroying everything in sight My anger is like…
Two feet
Two feet witness those toiling to reach home, witness the sum of all things unjust, all seasons adverse, weathered, shaped by the unprecedented. Two feet find the…
We Were Always Temporary
The earthquakes in our house don’t show up on the Richter scale. They can only be measured by the tremble in my voice or the pounding…
In Bombay for years now the word blue has only been a shirt, not a horizon, not until
a fortnight ago when our machine of perpetual motion was laid low…
१.
एक नकाशा असतो देश जो बदलत जातो प्रत्येक युद्धानंतर.
२.
जमिनीचा तो तुकडा भरतो आहे हळूहळू थडग्यांनी उद्या कदाचित भरेल हे शहर आणि परवा सगळा देशही.
३.
तिरंग्याचं वाढू…
For once let me out where eyes greet me in the face and not pry along my breasts or stare as I bend, between my legs.
let me out…
This photoessay is a personal piecing together of some afterthoughts on growing up in a turbulent home. I like to think of this as a work of post-memory due to…
The concept:
The pandemic has revealed a social vacuum, foregrounding huge inequalities in society. It has become imperative for us to start looking beyond ourselves and building circuits of resilience…