Once a symbol of grandeur and now hidden away in shame, is this organ truly vestigial?

We often attribute different qualities to different colors. But is it possible that our artistic perception of certain colors is having an adverse effect on individuals and society at large?

Flash fiction poetry based on a photo prompt. An ancient portal that takes you not just anywhere, but to any time!

Flash fiction based on a sentence prompt.*Prompt: There is someone under my bed!*

This is a poem I wrote for my daughter to recite at school for elocution on Republic Day with the theme India My Country. Hope you enjoy it and Happy Republic Day.

About the growth and development of a big city and the resulting dwindling of greenery, we so crave for in the views from high rises.

The art of obfuscation

The woman is painted in to a corner and idolized for serving society, but what about a woman's own needs and desires?

The ocean of feminism gives its word

A short poem about one aspect of wisdom

The journey of a river is the journey of life

Of the versatility of words

We have come to recognise that patriarchy hurts women in so many ways, from depriving them of education, fulfilment of dreams and their full potential, to more drastic problems like domestic abuse and rape.

Here are two poems I wrote for mother's day