The Oeuvre

  • A Tale of Two Valleys: Kinnaur and Sangla

    Part-1: Kinnaur Valley Diwali this year afforded us with a very long weekend, and off we (my friend Abhijit, his friend Amiya, and I) set for Kinnaur Valley. We had booked overnight bus tickets till Shimla, and as the bus ascended the sharp turns with each passing minute, it was overtaken by a contagious wave…

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  • Of Forts and Forests: Gwalior, Datia, Orchha and Bandhavgarh

    4-day marathon trail of 5 places: Gwalior-Datia-Jhansi-Orchha-Bandhavgarh Just 3 months into my new job, my colleague Abhijit, who I had recently befriended, and I, decided to make full use of the last weekend of September, and impulsively booked overnight bus tickets to Gwalior, with no itinerary in place. I did have Orchha in mind, which…

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  • Strangers Still?

    Stranger! O Stranger! Did you not,First land upon, the fenced highwayOf my heart, heavily guardedBy my vows to not drive astray?But still I did, when you came by,And my life became runaway! Didn’t you touch my life with fingersOf a sorceress casting her spells?And didn’t you soothe my burning aches,And send me mounting carousels?Oh though…

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  • Wait Fiery Sun

    Wait fiery Sun, set no further,Don’t you know that she would ratherBask in your blaze than rest at night?Can you not fathom her delight?The glee she feels while you’re around,The smile that makes the world go round,The laughter this town talks aboutWhen her face lights up sans a doubt. Wait fiery Sun, do not rise…

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  • Why the Roses Blush

    Roses blush as you smell them,Tulips bow to kiss your hand,Your voice renders every poemSung by some heavenly band. Blizzards close in on your house,Seeking their calm at your door;Glaring eyes of yours will douseRaging fires on forest floors. Winds stand still just so your hairCan fly by at breakneck speed;Clouds sail buoyed by your…

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  • Sonnet 4

    Born was a baby, blessed with a boonBestowed ‘pon her by empyrean powers,From birth tied alike to both sun and moon,Her bed bestrewn with feathers and flowers;Watched over by Time who chose to stand still,Joined duly by the God of dreamless peace,Thrives she further ‘pon the Pixies’ goodwill –Who take all her cares and troubles…

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