Connaught Place by Arunima
People watching in Connaught Place Chai sutta in hand (I’m a coffee lover But what the hell) And I sit there Till poison turns to ash. Delhi is beautiful- For …
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poems
Longing by Arunima
I’ve begun to learn what longing means. It’s not the post 2 am missing- It’s the 8 am Getting ready to work And bam! You long for them As you …
Looking For The Light by Arunima
This romanticization of the ‘troubled genius’ is something we need to let go of. No, it’s not okay to suffer – it doesn’t look cool. You’re not supposed to suffer to make good art. In fact, the clearer your mind, the better the art.
घर से घर तक
पच्चीस दिन बीत गए | सिंगापुर से दिल्ली, दिल्ली से छपरा, वहां से बेगूसराय, वहां से पटना और फिर दिल्ली – आज दिल्ली से सिंगापुर – ये बीता महीना काफ़ी …
Chaos by Arunima Gururani
Sometimes I feel trapped Like unsaid thoughts Chained to a body, Emotions that are meant to be screamed Are muffled and choked Under a thick blanket of society… I feel …
Goodbyes Are A Tradition Now
I used to feel sad and emotional about goodbyes. Going from my In-Laws’ to my Mom’s, from my Husband’s to my Father’s or from my Brother’s to my Grandparents’ – …
माँ कहती है
जब हम छोटे थे मम्मी एक बात हमेशा कहती थी कि कोई भी तालीम कभी ज़ाया नहीं जाती | वो कहती थी कि जहाँ जो ज्ञान मिल रहा है – …