Flawed, fumbling and yet effective, our freedom struggle was a learning experience.

When speech isn't free and voices are crushed, we're BROKEN

The internet, a valuable public resource, has reached a defining moment in history. How we proceed today, will determine how it serves us in the future.

A poem about, what I believe, makes life tick.

A poem inspired by A Mid Summer’s Equation by Keigo Higashino

When a culture is oppressed by alien rule for over two centuries, they struggle to regain their identity and confidence. This is especially true, when the aliens have deliberately rewritten the cultural identities of the oppressed to suit their own purposes. How do we get over this identity crisis?

This is a poem I wrote for myself.

The virus has taken the world by storm. So here's a little recap in poem form.

Enter enthusiastically, enjoy the show, check all your body parts, before you go. We've stolen hearts, kidneys and more, we at The Hive are hungry for gore. Horror of any kind is welcome here, stop by to learn all about fear.

This poem was inspired by the movie Chocolat and should perhaps be called Chocophony.

Resentment sets like cement. There is a short window of time before it hardens. In the words of Dumbledore, use it well.

Kimya Dawson's music with it's unique style, evocative imagery, and fascinating lyrics is definitely worth checking out.

The economic capital of the country has a softer, romantic aspect which is revealed during the monsoon. This is a photo blog of glorious some monsoon scenes I witnessed.

A poem that teaches you the scientific names of your bones the fun way!

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