Shakuntala

My garden was progressing pretty well and I was continuously learning on the job, with advice from Mrs. Iyengar and other neighbours. The trees had been planted and I acquired quite a few pots and planted them with various ferns, cacti, rubber plants and other leafy ornamentals whose names I used to know but have…

My Papaya Tree

Time spent in Lalbagh Botanical Gardens constitutes some of my best memories of Bangalore. When we were kids, we regularly went on a weekly picnic to Lalbagh with our neighbors and spent a fun-filled day there, never wanting to return home. The most pleasurable activity we looked forward to was “tree climbing”. Lalbagh had the…

Shyamala Aunty

Sometimes, when we’re in a thoughtful mood and look back into the past, we end up regretting a few things. Especially the fact that we came across some interesting and wonderful people, with whom we could have developed and maintained friendships, but did not do so due to various reasons – being busy, lazy or…

The Principal’s Office

I’m rewinding back to those days when I used to still visit Sarah’s rose garden (Std 4 & 5). While she was my lunch-break best friend, my in-class best friends were Anand and Ganesh. The three of us used to sit on the last bench and get along like a house on fire. Since we…

Mrs. Iyengar

Had mentioned in my previous post that I got the chance to start a garden of my own. Yes, I was about nine or ten years old and very excited about it, however, I’d no idea of how to go about it. I happened to be the only one in my family who was interested…

Sarah

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ― Pablo Picasso Recently came across this beautiful photograph of a rain covered green Sampangi (Magnolia champaca/ Champa in Hindi) flower posted by my aunt, and looking at it brought back many memories of my childhood in Bangalore and…

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

Here’s an amazing poem by Pablo Neruda that can be adopted as a practical guide to romance 🙂 In this poem, the poet says that he loves his girlfriend very much, but should she decide to stop loving him, he’ll also stop loving her. If she forgets him, he’ll readily forget her too! If she…

Chhodo Kal Ki Baatein by Prem Dhawan

Wish you all a very Happy Independence Day!! Here’s my favorite patriotic song, have translated it to English today  😊 Chhodo Kal Ki Baatein by Prem Dhawan/Translated to English by Aparna Rao Let’s leave the past behind yesterday is an old story We’ll work together and craft a new narrative Create a new history We’re Indians,…

At the Concert

Here’s a poem I wrote a while ago after attending a Hindustani Classical concert. Edited it a bit and posting it 🙂 At the Concert The lights dimmed ending all conversation the musicians stepped onto the dais We receded into the background awaiting an experience They were like magicians and the mood was to be…

Immersing the Goddess

I carved her out of my many dreams She was my worthiest creation She improved with every molding and I reveled in the modeling I gently twisted and turned the clay till she grew more expressive each day And added the many tiny touches as well as myriad colors to my brushes I grew obsessed…

On Killing a Tree by Gieve Patel

“On killing a tree” by Gieve Patel is a great example of a really good poem. It was prescribed in our school textbook and some of you might have read it earlier. Though it’s very difficult to quantify the merits of a poem, one unmistakable quality of a good poem is that it has at…

Sadness of the Moon – A poem

Remembered one of the beautiful poems on the moon “Tristesses de la Lune” (Sadness of the Moon), by the famous French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821 – 1867). It’s interesting that most of the famous poems on the moon are sad, romantic ones. This poem is from his collection of poems “Fleurs du Mal” (Flowers of…

My Last Duchess – A poem

Today I’m posting a poem written by the prominent English poet Robert Browning (1812 – 1889). He was a master of writing dramatic monologues and many of his poems were passionate, violent, ironical and had historical settings. He was also a very emancipated man (I’d rather use the word “emancipated” instead of “feminist”, because the…

The Night Sky

I walk into the darkness beckoned by the heavens and look up at patterns in the sky moving along in slow motion from East to West imposing Scorpius, unmistakable with his menacing tail a veritable nightmare then I spot Jupiter alone yet unflinching, spectacular the many faint glimmers I try to resolve with my naked…

Lovelorn

My words will never reach you neither will this trembling voice Nor will this anguished message ever ruffle your serene poise While I, lost in lovelorn despair will pine and pen into emptiness and pour my deepest passions into vacuum and nothingness

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