Sometimes, silence and non-words are more eloquent than speech — That words have been juiced out of their lives is well-documented. So, I shun verbosity — empty words tire me. Yet, these expressions need words. Ones that may have some life…I manage to scavenge a few precious ones and struggle to string them together. What might appear as flaws in…

The advice I cannot ignore is the one I never get — Are you good at giving advice? Some of you are. Let’s say the lead character in a movie, a middle-aged man becomes a pauper owing to some bad decisions he made. He has absolutely nothing and nobody to help him, except his vast experience running a successful business. Long after…

A utopian list of lofty resolutions from a disgruntled consultant — Regeneration or Sustainability — however you call it — is about a just and equitable society; nothing more, nothing less. It is not only about how we treat natural systems. No amount of ‘going green’ is going to help us. Nature has ways to find equilibrium, and it will prevail…

A critical stock-taking of how civilized we are — Ah, the confounded war — the badge of lesser mortals, of which and whom we wouldn’t deign to speak, with the high air of our own flatulence — is here at our doorstep! Please, let us not flatter ourselves. We live in duality, among two worlds, we choose one or the…

My translation of a 2,000-year-old Tamil poem and a message of hope — The Black Ibis or the Red-naped Ibis is a remarkable bird and is endemic to India. Living in small groups, nesting atop trees like the Palmyra and Peepul, the Red-naped Ibis has a dark brown and black plumage with a bright red patch on its nape. The Tamil (தமிழ் —…

An attempt at mashup poetry, as a way of creating found poetry — Are you a fan of ‘found’ poetry, like Blackout poetry? I am! People create awe-inspiring stuff from printed material like newspaper articles. How do they find these words? Do the words jiggle in place on print, showing themselves up? I experienced this recently. I was reading a post from Shira…

Ruminations on life using free verse… — Treasures galore, the world is forged for dilettantish pursuits. Dabble on, consume, be consumed, or lose than fall …into a quagmire of choreographed chores and commitments. Life, as suggested to be lived, is a treacherous trench. Would you deign to live a blueprint? This? Whose? Make it yours, will you? No one…