मैं कुछ नहीं।

An answer I get, before I question my privilege. मैं कुछ नहीं, मैं कुछ नहीं। मेरे हालात कुछ नहीं, मैं कुछ नहीं। मेरे जज़्बात कुछ नहीं, मेरे अल्फाज़ कुछ नहीं। इन जर्जर दीवारों में छुपना और रो देना, कुछ नहीं। पुरानी सी रातों में, सिलि हुई चादर में सिमट जाना कुछ नहीं। मैं कुछ नहीं। …

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Book Review: The Camphor Of Night -by Samir Satam

Book Blurb: This day, Today, when looked at from the window of Future; Wouldn't it seem golden? But today it feels like just another day. Why does all this preciousness have to pass to be seen? Why can't it get its due while it lives? Unfortunately that's the way it has always been. The Future …

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Book Review: Ivory Gleam -by Dr Priya Dolma Tamang

Exposed Seeking solace in shadows of strangers in the hope that some unknown refuge will reward my soul of the bright familiarity my known obvious could never bestow. Ivory Gleam, humm.. where to start? I do not want to go the traditional way of reviewing a book for this particular one, why? Because, this poetry …

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High on the ism’s.

I love my nation, so must you. If you fail to prove- I ll slit your throat and splash the blood, Create ruckus and satiate thrust. I am the mass, the one who decides. The crowd that follows the malice. I am the troll, that regulates. The forecasting rage that celebrates. None of you can …

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Trance

I stood there for sometime, enchanted. The hues darkened and light dimmed, Far away, the horizon glared And a chilling breeze surged past me. I stood there for sometime, spell bounded. The eyes kept staring, The mind, still introspecting, And then the birds stopped singing, light faded and everything went quiet. I still stood there …

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