Consciousness of the world is constantly evolving. Men are not just symbol of strength and valour, but also fathers, poets, gardeners and creator of aesthetically beautiful aspects of life. While feminist energy is a source in synced with universal creation, the masculine forces still harness power- a lot still protect, gather or sometimes even primitively... Continue Reading →

As blogger, poet or writer, we all must have number of words that we are absolutely in love with. I would love to know what your's are. A conversation more intimate than I sometimes get to have with close friends coz well, life gets in the way. You might like the ring to the word... Continue Reading →

Human perception about self and others is just that, Perceptions. It doesn't come from the bedrock of truth rather just the mere placement in a particular combination of place and time. Similar set of circumstances can look a lot different, with different set of eyes. Shamans and counsellor seek within you those eyes, that can... Continue Reading →

A fulfilling life path- What is it made of? I have realised it doesn't stems from life of penance and pain. Leaving the penance for those who have mastered love, I seek self-love. Pain will be unavoidable, I should thank it for the strength and love anyway. An accomplished life doesn't breed in a land... Continue Reading →

In purple hues of the dawn sky, She stands by the sea-shore, In Mauve haze, her clear eyes, Wind caressed and cut the same soft skin, Soothing calm, Ripples and waves, Like a rhythm inside, The grain of sand, like her life, Bit inexperienced, bit-tried, Oh! this haze; She wants to see through it, Beauty-filled,... Continue Reading →

I poured love, In my writes, Words felt, compressed, Wounds presented as prose, Poems soaked in experiences, Fresh dews, pages yellowed and old, Sorrows and soars Some drawn, some drown, Few Align again, Parched many, seek the seeking, A dip inside soul .Rupika Moitra

I never tore a page, It wasn't easy, I simply read and rephrased, My Past, I found nuances in every crossed word, Every Scar, Closed eye, I dive within, Dots of angels. dancing in delight; Inspiration was lurking at the back door, Why didn't I check before, But there's never been a better time, When... Continue Reading →

In the wilderness of my mind, I always move, I always seek, I always want, I always behold, Some thoughts, Some dreams, Some visions, some goals, To feel the essence, the glory of moon, The moon, that's ever-changing, ever-reflecting the knowledge that's my own, The more I wander, The more I grasp, The more I... Continue Reading →

Photo credit: Getty images 1932, When one poet sat at the tomb of another and read his poetry and felt the depth connection in poetry. wanting to drink from 'the wine cup', that Hafez always mentioned.     So I used to dream of a Persia where bulbuls made love to the roses, where in... Continue Reading →

Love season is upon us. Scrolling through innumerable posts with pictures of loving handholding, messages of sweet endearments, encouragement for partners and all the celebration makes me reflect that we have found the medium to externalise but intrinsically, what is love made of? In quick second test, I thought of the story of Meerabai as... Continue Reading →

It has changed, this conundrum, It was coloured in rose and rays, Wrapped in glory, Aimed for grandeur, Smitten, pulsating Deep, intense Fast and impulsive, Engulfing incompletion, It paints with colours of dreams, Rainbows, sunset at beach, It was shared amongst all, Joys spread across; smile, Its always tested at times, Promising contentment, Then the... Continue Reading →

I am pricked by their sounds, There is a deep low, Hurling in between heart and gut, It grows with ruminative thought, But I think till my wits end, And then, I call it’s name, I call it Pain, And as I call it, Aloud; It replies It grows deep and spreads And I just... Continue Reading →