The world as a merry-go-round
Spinning in my topsy-turvy head
Accusing me of delirium-Doesn't it 'feel' right? WHY doesn't it feel right?
When the lover clips the wings of eternal pleasantries
Brimming in abundance to fall ..
To fall yet once again through a darkening abyss
Am I gifted? Am I demented?
Am I just one more lost soul
Searching for my identity amongst a tumultuous ocean of millions..

On 'Taare Zameen Par'

"Its great that you do alot of painting BUT when will my child learn to spell?''
After 5 yrs of being a teacher and first hand experiences with specially gifted children, there are no words by which I can start to even describe what this movie brings to me. I'm beaming from cheek to cheek with the contentment that someone went ahead and made such a sensitive film.

What do our children need? Dont we all need a little bit of compassion in a world full of so many contradictions?

I'm also very pleased to see a growth in awareness and insight that the audience has projected towards it. They actually sat through to the end of the credits :)

Kaleidoscopical Incantations

Dilly-dallying rose red bush,
basking in the snow,
an eclipse of my heart
surveillance into the unknown.
Wanderings of an insane mind
milkyways left behind,
a smattering of stars imprinted into realms beyond control.
Wonderings of enchantment,
lullabies bubbling at the brook of endearments,
stardust exploding into reality,
a whimsical relief of virtuosity,
heartfelt gratitude bordering on disbelief,
faithful inability mocking aeons of history..


..a haystack of pins and needles,
a spoonful of residue,
three quarters of my soul ,
chattering in the wind of solidarity.
An annoying unexplained familiarity,
vengeance of history beckoning my peaceful presence,
gnawing the intrinsic ropes of confusion.
A disarray of dilapidation,
battling and restlessly conjuring up a storm,
engulfing the very beacons of resolve
betraying the tranquility so resolutely once promised.