Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Eggs avacado, sunny side up
Like words in a song,
Be pop, buppity, de pop,
Toast on marmalade,
Sprigs of green,
A meal, fodder, fullment supreme,
Fill up, eat up, tank up and store,
If breakfast be the meal of the day
Embrace it with the Force,
May they fuel you, inspire you,
Eggs avacado, sprigs of green,
Toast on marmlade, & a day full of wins

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Based on the short story "VISARJAN: The Immersion" now a short film

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Lyrics : Swanand Kirkire
Music : Amit Trivedi

Roothe khaabon ko mana lenge
Kati patango ko thaamenge
Haa haa hai jazba
Ho ho hai jazba
Suljha lenge uljhe rishton ka manjha
Hmm ka manjha, hmm ka manjha…
Soyi taqdeere jaga denge
Kal ko ambar jhuka denge
Haa haa, hai jazba
Ho ho, hai jazba
Suljha lenge uljhe rishton ka manjha
Hmm manjha…
Ho ho barfeeli, aankhon mein
Pighla sa dekhenge hum kal ka chehra
Ho ho pathreele, seene mein
Ubla sa dekhenge hum lawa gehra
Agan lagi, Lagan lagi
Toote na, toote na jazba ye toote na
Magan lagi, Lagan lagi
Kal hoga kya keh do
Kis ko hai parwah
Parwah… parwah…
Roothe khaabon ko mana lenge
Kati patango ko thaamenge
Haa haa hai jazba
Ho ho hai jazba
Suljha lenge uljhe rishton ka manjha
Hmm manja, hmm manja…
We’ll appease our sulking dreams
Steady the flutter of vagrant kites
Yes, yes the passion
Oh yes the passion
Disentangle the relationship cords
the entangled chords, yes the cords
A slumbering fate we'll awaken
And enslave the sky crimson
Oh yes the passion
Yes yes the passion
Disentangle the relationship cords
the entangled chords, yes the cords
Deep within our icy sights
Etched is a vision of the next
From within our stony hearts
Gushes a lava of desires
A fire engulfs and consumes
Yet unbreakable this passion
Dizzy makes us its spin
Care not a whit anymore
‘Bout what’s tomorrow
No more…no more
Appease our sulking dreams
Steady the flutter of vagrant kites
Yes, yes the passion
Oh yes the passion
Disentangle the relationship cords
the entangled chords, yes the cords

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Movie : ROCK ON
Lyrics : Javed Akthar
Music : Shankar Ehsaan Loy

Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein
Hamesha yunhi chalti rahen
Yeh Hamari mulakatein
Hamesh Yunhi chalti rahen
Beeetein yunhi apne sare
Din raat
Baaton se nikalti rahe Nai Baat
Phir wohi Baatein leke
Geet koi hum likhe
Jo Dil ko Haan sab ki dil ko chu le
Baatein Suron mein yunhi
Peeghalti rahe
Baatein geeton mein yunhi
Dhalti rahe
Geeton mein hi har gum ko
Khushiyon se hum saza de
Jo sune humse wo kaho na

These tete-a-tetes amidst us
Forever forward, lets carry-on
Arbitrary sundry, meet-ons,
Forever forward, lets carry-on
Nights & days shall pass
Such as
Newer chats emerge from within
Turn this chatter
Into hummable songs
Touching hearts, of those that heed
Melting these mutterings into
Merry tunes
Let them merge into
Songs aplenty
Let no grief go unpunished,
With happiness unseized
Those that heed shall sing along

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

The Aftermath
This was a poem written onboard a plane that I travelled from the Midwest to the East Coast, on Sep 16th, not 5 days after that terrible incident on 9/11. I couldnt but help think of that one incident that rocked everyone in the world. 

Watching bewitched from within a cockpit,
Two eyes, The Towers twin approached,
While t’was murder & mayhem to most,
Was it liberation they sought?

Metal mangled with cured concrete,
Confined within a conference room of deals,
Jet fuel gushed in an orange ball of flame,
Mocking the shocked gaze of the Liberty Dame.

Those eyes they partook it all,
As souls vanished vanquished,
Yet they also did witness,
Twice over a heroic deed.

Stone crumbled to acrid debris,
Steel melted to a lava of dust,
Those bedeviled eyes beheld a sight,
A phenomenon so far unbeknownst.

Lives of fear, terror and tear,
Despair, grief, and lack of hope.
Suddenly snuffed, they now travelled,
Uplifted through a gilded door.

“Will they these scared lives”,
Asked the eyes, “Sinful and unpunished go?”
Atleast in life after will they learn,
How in excess they had erred?

As one after another, the Doorman,
Ushered in those charred souls,
Soon as they passed the Golden Gate,
Cheerful turned their candor.

Those eyes, shocked now, beyond belief,
Wide and confused they protested,
“Leaving us lag far behind”,
“T’isn’t justice they move ahead”.

They tried a bustle and jostle ahead,
Forcing forward through the line,
To be rudely shown their place,
For this now was an act Divine.

They pleaded, begged and asked to know,
What the reason was, behind this fate?
Having only done, as upon them bade,
Surely they deserved to go through the gate?

The Doorman sighed, paused and pondered,
Finished with the last of the many thousand.
Turning towards them with great sadness,
He said words that were to hound.

“You are cursed” said He, “My wretched ones”,
“For you are the ones who have wronged”,
“Taken away what was not yours”,
“Can you ever be pardoned?”.

“Go forth now, you are doomed to haunt”,
“The dark nights of all your kind”,
“Wake them unto a world of peace”,
“If you wish repentance from this bind”.

“Till then you shall dwell in places”,
“Of pain, torture and gore”,
“You are banished from this day on”,
“To tasks difficult and dour chores”.

So those eyes they gathered together,
It’s other withered companions,
And the Doorman He walked far away,
Wiping away an uncontrollable tear.

He hoped those grieving left behind,
Realized for the ones that had left,
Justice to them, though unsaid & unseen,
Had surely and certainly been served.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


inspired by an original drawing by Akshara Kulkarni

A stony cement structure,
A sullen corridor corner,
Here I thought I was, 
The only confused teenager!

No footfalls pounding on the floors
No shadows racing towards class doors
A flickering light in a dim corner
Threatening to quit 
The illumination business

I sat huddled for inspiration
Seeking a perspective for its namesake
Angles and curves jostled and jutted!
Made all practical sense, 
But my creativity failed!

Those silences add a gravitas,
They make you delve deep within,
In that moment of idealogical fission
A mushroom cloud of clarity blooms!

Elevator banks, notice boards,
Steps and half-opened doors,
They all have their place, 
Even the winking light,
Including me in my sullen plight!

Pen rushes to paper, to ink away
Capture, capture, capture the moment,
Its mine, mine, mine to make,
As with every one from now forever!

Friday, September 18, 2015


Inspired by an original photo 
composed and shot by Akshara Kulkarni

Let us rest a while,
Breathe in a bit
Let our tongues hang,
So we reboot again!
We truly carry
More than our weight,
As we reach the bearer,
From start until end.
We’ve made friends,
With tar and concrete,
Rubbed heels with grass,
Unearthed souvenirs of muck & dirt.
And puddles of rainwater,
Have quenched our thirst.
Those brick laid steps
Told us ancient tales
Which keep us company
As we recoup our heft.
Our anthem remains,
Right Left-right-left,
We serve to please.
Till alas we get booted
By the newest of our kin!