Times flies away Such as shifting sands of time We try to arrest the insatiable flow Spaces linger, images turn memories Memories reside as nostalgia Come to life, as if summoned on call The fate of the gulf migrant is such the ‘Near-Abroad’, two hours from Mumbai But, as far as eternity, once the passport … More Migrant turns Resident, A Poem
It takes courage to confront reality As it hurts to feel things slipping away Though it is a window to create something fresh Is it really novel that we want? Or are we trying to create the same magic again?
A Poem on Fuel, more than energy … More More Than Combustion, A Poem
Saturated by Politics And Hopelessness Taken Refuge in Art Textual, Visual and Auditory Seeking solace Seeking Hope Gorging on it As eating in a depression But, is politics truly void? Is’nt Art politics too?
Malls are cathedrals of late capitalism Symbolise a vague sameness An unnecessary similarity Whether Muscat, Mumbai or Medan Same shops, Daiso here, Starbucks there These sterilised structures of wasteful consumption Refuge for the middle class during summer These communal spaces of ‘brand brotherhood’ Often uproot disenfranchised communities of their land Only, to offer them a … More Malls, A Poem
