This piece is specifically being written for readers who have travelled with Unboxed Writers from the time we did the first story on Kunal Karan Kapoor. And who still mention it in their messages to us. This was when Na Bole ...Read More
Madness...poise
heedlessness..choice
silence...noise
wonderment..belief
suffering..relief
abandon in patterns
fireflies in empty lanterns
movement.. stillness
stillness..movement
Me..You
You.. me
The quest
for more.
For less.
Flows.
And Ebbs. Read More
This journey
past old habits of entrenched inertia
took me beyond
mountains, lakes, fields and farms
where green, pink, purple, yellow, orange homes
stood in wilderness
like unopened gifts.
Past bridges
land fills
villages, towns and nothingness
towards the unknown
with strangers
to teach that..
no place is unknown
and no one a stranger
if ...Read More
Eating the wind, I race through the night.
My eyes, like a landmine...
Deathbed for an unsuspecting insect,
who just lost its way.
I jostle with the cobbled roads,
crater like pits, trying to suck me in...
Their void, no less than mine.
The road is now ...Read More
Sometimes I think about the life I'm living
I seem to take more than I'm giving
More vengeful than forgiving
More reluctant than willing
Cynical without believing
Need to start emptying the bad
So the goodness can start filling
The opposite of death is not life but ...Read More
Which side of the road do you walk?
There is a parallel line.
You look at the road
And it gives you a stare right back.
The road to home
has always looked the same.
It offered me a chance
to go out and see another roads
in ...Read More
I first saw him in jeans and a white shirt, an orange knapsack over one shoulder.
He never forgave me for asking if he was a good pilot, that first encounter.
He claimed he stood on his toes to get picked for ...Read More
It was an unjust and humid afternoon-like most of the afternoons here. The sun was beating down hard upon the city and upon the taxi in which I sat sweating profusely, peeping out of the half rolled glass window. A ...Read More
Standing there, ankle deep in water
with cool breeze caressing my cheeks
I felt myself shiver
It has been days, probably weeks
It is time, I realised with a sigh
to be something more than a beautiful dreamer
Yes, it is time to try
to rewrite the ...Read More
Good bye..
I have to go now
to the inner realms
And roam there
I am too tired
Of seeking
Of waxing like the moon...
Of waning like the tide ....
Of wandering out of
My soul,out of myself
I am tired now of
the web of ties and emotions...
Unsettling dreams ...Read More
There is a song that is wanting to be sung. There is masterpiece that is waiting to be painted. There is a life waiting to be lived. There is this song in each of hearts. A yearning which ...Read More
Untie the last knot of bonds
And drop each fetter like a tear drop
Breathe! You will be free
If ever you were tied.
Dry now like the arid land...
Vast and directionless you shall be
But feisty and lively like the graceful river
Your soul will ...Read More
