A Limerick and a Block

One Diwali day, while in the campus I stayed
I gathered a lot of junk and packed it in my trunk.
I moved one day with all the junk that lay
In the trunk which I only opened after a year in Bombay.
I found rocks and socks and wooden blocks
Of which I painted a block in the memory of that Diwali day.

An ode to changing times

It was just yesterday we knew each other,

Just yesterday, when there was a thing called ‘Culture’

We were proud about it; we celebrated it and loved it.

Today there are only strangers,

Dividers erected, toughened further by military rules.

We are not proud; there is no need to celebrate and definitely no reason to love it.

Tomorrow, more strangers will come in, do their time, get branded and will be released like crates of cold-drinks in December.

There will be another batch next year, and the year after that...getting colder and colder.

NID, I wish you were still the way you were described by all those coming to chai-gate,

after all those years that they were here,

Who sip and reminisce about how beautiful those times were in their days.