Category: Poetic Rants


No matter the wreckage, my mother’s always there, With warm milk and a dollop of sweet honey to soothe my bruised heart, And I get scared every day that she cures me – Will she leave me helpless with a mouthful of forevers? _______________________ The above four-line poem was my … Continue reading Ammi



Used to drive a wedge between two good friends –

Not the usual story

But now made a commonplace, bitter rivalry


Peaceful as they were, turned into chances for war.

Never did this happen

Now there was no peace – strange times.


Turned into a violent man, no longer your neighbor

Ahmed was now livid

Their bonds were now frayed and frail


Was in a chaos – above the din and distress

The colonisers rose victorious

They could sleep peacefully on white beds.

(Written for an online course organised by the University of Iowa.)


Give me a pen and I will draw,

The wind that blows in my face,

Cold and comforting.

Give me a pen and I will sketch,

The hard contours of your hand,

Warm and tough.

Give me a pen and I will colour,

The stars that always smile,

Down at me with a sneering face.

Give me a pen and I will shade,

That leaf that just fell,

Hurt and in bliss.

Give me a pen and I will write,

Every contradiction that smarts me

And heals my wound.


Crossing borders, we try to see,

the many contradictions – two or three,

they are not.

They are many.

for the world is full of humans,

all unique.

You try to see each one, as

an Indian, a Pakistani.

a Clever, a Meek.

But I tell you,

don’t group them,

as nations.

Borders don’t count,

any more than coins do,

to a rich human’s bank account.

any more than an ant does,

on the treading path of a wanderer.

Think beyond these crafted borders,

that divide, multiply,

add and subtract,

all of our prejudices, all of our

greedy assumptions,

about humans,

who people the world,

and are as unique,

as fingerprints that dot,

gloves, walls, pens, paper,

my hands and yours.