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  • Rebirth

    “I baptize you in the name of the Father,

    and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

    Mohan was standing at the altar,
    Father D’souza had sprinkled holy water on him.
    From now he would be known as MacMohan.
    They have promised him Heaven, on earth.
    From now he will not have to suffer the humiliation
    his dalit anscestors have tolerated for centuries.
    From now he will not be untouchable,and
    will not stand out of the temple like his father.
    This was his Rebirth, they have said.
    But is it, really
    will he now be allowed to drink from the same well.
    will the Thakur allow him to marry Sarita, his love.
    will any one buy food from the shop he has opened.
    No
    Mohan may die thousand times
    but
    We will not let him reborn
    as MacMohan

  • Ganges (ballpen sketch)

  • Moon

    pale glowing face
    of the full orbed beauty
    playing hide-n-seek
    between clouds and trees.

    ocean, mad in love
    surging towards her,
    shores fail to stop
    the rising tide of seas.

    her milky white rays
    remind me of you
    my heart leaps out of me
    how can I be at ease.

  • Closer

    looking at the
    flickering pale glow
    of the earthen lamp………

    Afsaan saw
    a deathly darkness
    all around her………….

    but the coming dawn
    she dreaded
    even more………

    closer to the gallows
    Afzal will be
    as the oil burnt……

  • Magic

    abracadabra……………
    wand turns into roses..
    applause…………………
    .
    abracadabra…………………….
    ball turns into pigeon…
    applause……………….
    .
    abracadabra…………….
    brings out a rabbit from empty hat..
    more applause…………….
    .
    the man in tattered robes
    bows before the motley crowd.
    his son takes the hat around
    the crowd is gone…….
    .
    not a single penny
    for his road-side show.
    .
    papa I’m hungry…..
    he digs into his pocket.
    nothing comes out..
    .
    papa give me some bread
    sorry son we don’t have money today.
    then why not say abracadabra,
    and take it out from your hat, papa.
    .
    he stares blankly at his wand.
    that is what i was doing since morning.

  • Rain


    Far beyond the river I can see clouds,

    black, roaring, whirling, talking to the hills.

    pouring their heart on the Cedar trees.

    Through the window

    I can see streams

    rapid, gushing, swirling,

    meeting and separating

    puddles and runnels,

    drenching dry earth.

    The cold misty wind

    the earthy wet smell

    takes me to the yore

    in the yard we danced soaked,

    shivered ran around, splashed.

    Beyond the street

    I can see kids

    dancing,singing

    in the shower

    how much I yearn, but

    now it doesn’t Rain in my yard.

  • Twist

    His red Maruti was moving slowly towards the multiplex.
    His heart was beating fast.
    There were sweat drops on his forehead, which he wiped with his hands.
    The place was crowded, it always is on Saturdays.
    It took him more than ten minutes to reach the basement parking.
    He lit a cigarette and waited inside the car till the parking boy went away to attend other cars.


    He opened the dashboard. Two loose wires dangled out.
    He took both ends and entwined them.
    A red LED started blinking.
    One final twist and he left the car.
    Blast………And soon Mumbai was rocking with explosions.