It is My Right Now
I bought my ticket to witness the farce of your democracy. Sitting in the theatre, It is my right now to hoot, to hurl my rage. You too gave no...
23rd March
Paash (Poem on Bhagat Singh) After his martyrdom, the rest remained, Like a fading scene left behind. Freshly shut eyelids, like a shrinking glimpse within the nation’s gaze, The nation...