A brand new year unfolds into a somewhat known and somewhat unknown time ahead. How do we want to spend the year is each person't personal perspective.
Author: Sikiladi
Christmas Celebration
Christmas is a festive period of holidays for many. Views expressed are those of a young poet here.
मॉं से मायका (Maternal Home)
मॉं है तो मायका भी है मॉं है तो मन महका भी है वह प्यार दुलार व दुआ की बहार वो घर बुलाने के बहाने हज़ार वो हर फ़रमाइश का पूरा करना वो घंटों बैठ कर बातें करना मॉं है तो मायका भी है मॉं है तो मन महका भी है वो मायके जाकर सब … Continue reading मॉं से मायका (Maternal Home)
ALMIGHTY’S CURTAINS
Imaginations and fascinations go together to inspire many poets. However, clouds have been an ever present object of imagination for most people irrespective of their poetic abilities.
HABITS TOXIFIED
The strangeness fortified Our habitats all toxified The potbellied man walks ahead with his loads On the awesomely crooked potholed roads We could do with reducing the bulge from his affair Balance out by adding that size of bulge elsewhere The smoke and smog causing illness The gaseous nature causing distress Being cured by … Continue reading HABITS TOXIFIED
LOHRI
Lohri a north Indian festival is celebrated around harvest time in mid January. Traditional attire, traditional food, song and dance encircling bonfires is a common sight at most squares in Punjab and many other parts of Northern India. This is also an occasion to give adulations and honour a newly wed bride into the family as well a welcome to new borns in the family.
EID AL FITR
The feast of fasting comes here A festival that calls for share and care For all those faithful so Islamic The day observed with zest terrific Bringing to end the month Ramadan When fasting formed a vital form Begin the day with a sweet something Signifying new sweet beginnings And praying Fajir in the … Continue reading EID AL FITR
THE PURPLE BEAUTY
Nairobi blooms with Jacaranda upsurge all around. A poem in praise of the rich purple spread around.
CHETI CHAND FESTIVAL
The Hindu Sindhis celebrate Cheti Chand as their New year. Since the partition of India only a fraction of Sindhis remained in Sindh territory which came under Pakistan. Thousands of Sindhi families that were forced to abandon their abode during the partition of the country migrated to India and various other parts of the world. Since there is no state that belongs to this growing community, they are recognized as world citizens and have adapted themselves to respective cultures and continents. The uniting factor is their culture that marks Cheti Chand as their day of identity.
A letter for the old, fragile me.
Reposting this as a follow up on my work "Shame and guilt" when the #Me too seems to making rounds. There are so many victims and so few voices.
