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कब लौटोगी , गौरैया?

यह कविता एक मासूम प्रश्न से उपजी। मेरी छह वर्षीया पौत्री ने मुझसे पूछा, “दादू, गौरैया क्या होती है?” उस क्षण लगा जैसे किसी भूली हुई दुनिया ने धीरे से दस्तक दी हो। गौरैया केवल एक पक्षी नहीं थी; वह हमारे बचपन, हमारे प्रांगणों, और हमारे सह-अस्तित्व की एक जीवंत प्रतीक थी। आज जब वे हमारे आसपास नहीं हैं, तो उनकीContinue reading “कब लौटोगी , गौरैया?”

The Quiet Strength of Rama: Reflections on Ram Navami

Each spring, as the festival of Ram Navami arrives, temples fill with chants, homes are adorned with flowers, and the ancient story of Lord Rama is told once more. For many, it is a day of ritual celebration—of reverence for a divine birth in Ayodhya, a time to honour the prince who would become aContinue reading “The Quiet Strength of Rama: Reflections on Ram Navami”

The Vanishing Sparrows

(They were once everywhere—flitting through courtyards, nesting in the quiet eaves, stitching our mornings with song. The house sparrow was not a creature of the wilderness; it was part of our breath, our rhythm, our childhood. Now, they are gone.Not with a storm, not with fanfare—just gone. With them, something else has faded too. TheContinue reading “The Vanishing Sparrows”

Where Have the Sparrows Gone?

My six-year-old granddaughter, returning from school, looked up at me with bright, curious eyes and asked, “What’s a house sparrow? Can you show me one?” Such a simple question—and yet it left me searching for an answer I could not readily give. How do I explain that the birds that were once our constant companions,Continue reading “Where Have the Sparrows Gone?”

A New Year, A New You

As we step into the new year with Chaitra’s arrival, perhaps it’s time to pause. To mute the noise around us. This transition is more than just a date on the calendar—it is a convergence of renewal and reflection. It is also the beginning of Navratri, a sacred period dedicated to Goddess Durga, the embodimentContinue reading “A New Year, A New You”

Whispers of Gliricidia-A Poem

(In the hush of twilight, when the Gliricidia blossoms scatter like pearls upon the morning earth, a quiet beauty unfolds—a beauty that lingers, even in loss. “Whispers of Gliricidia” is a poem that captures the paradox of grace and impermanence, the silent spell of falling petals, and the haunting guilt of treading upon their delicate remains. AsContinue reading “Whispers of Gliricidia-A Poem”

Gliricidia Bloom

O Gliricidia, quiet and free,A lesson wrapped in mystery—That grace resides in things that fade,Yet in their loss, their light is made. Some trees stand tall and imposing, their grandeur capturing attention from afar. Others, like Gliricidia, enchant quietly, weaving a spell not through stature but through the ethereal beauty of their bloom. This timeContinue reading “Gliricidia Bloom”

क्षमता का एहसास

(ईश्वर द्वारा प्रदत्त क्षमताओं का ज्ञान और उसका एहसास आसानी से नहीं होता। लेकिन अगर हो जाए तो उनका पूर्ण एवं सम्यक् उपयोग हमारा दायित्व है। किंतु हमने अपनी क्षमताओं का सदुपयोग किया या नहीं, इसकी समझ तो जीवन की समाप्ति पर ही हो पाती है। और अगर लगे कि हमने अपनी क्षमताओं का पूराContinue reading “क्षमता का एहसास”

A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem

(The first time I saw the white blossoms of the Caribbean Trumpet Tree twirling down in the gentle air, I was transfixed. They floated effortlessly, as if reluctant to leave the branch, yet yielding gracefully to the inevitable pull of the earth. There was no struggle, no resistance—only a quiet, mesmerizing descent. For a moment,Continue reading “A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem”

The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms

When the Caribbean Trumpet Tree awakens, it does so not in a blaze of colour, but in a hush of pale elegance. Its trumpet-shaped blooms emerge in soft shades—an almost translucent white, sometimes tinged with the faintest blush of pink. Against the sky, they seem less like flowers and more like wisps of drifting cloud,Continue reading “The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms”