Writing

Speak, your lips are free. Speak, it is your own tongue. Speak, it is your own body. Speak, your life is still yours. See how…

I start somewhere. The words don’t always flow. But I start somewhere. It’s been long I have sat down and put some words on the…

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on…

A Time To Talk When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still…

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll…

In some of India’s darkest hours, only Mahatma Jyotirao Phule and Dr. B. R. Ambedkar could have accomplished what they did. Social reform is never…

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring—…

Write. You write that comes to your mind. Do not think. It’s the problem. The words do not flow always. You might think and that’s…

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his…

Every year, I try to reflect to understand what I have written, how much I have written and if I am improving in some direction.…