Unlike other literary devices, poetry comes from an unknown place, a certain crack in the soul. It is bled, rather than written.
I feel at home
Everywhere, the warmth is present
The cash in the bank
Is the warmest embrace
I can get
The anti NRC/CAA protests have turned in to some thing of pop culture, a mature college festival. Let all the anti Modi forces unite, is the rallying call. Shaheen Bagh being exalted, as Tahrir or Shahbag- we’re never Modi voters. Doesn’t matter to the anti Lutyens/India International Centre seminar circuit culture of the BJP. It worries more about Darbhanga than Dilshad Garden.