Winter Issue of ShabdAaweg Review — We all carry winter memories within us. Memories which we keep thawing when the time is right Memories which we know will be with us all the time. It’s the year 2022 but we pushed those dreams which were with us. We packed them and adorned them with colours. …

Nominations for the year 2022 — ShabdAaweg is a young-ish journal. To be honest, the top notch work we received from Earth’s wonderful writing community over the last one and half years has been overwhelming, to say the least. And to choose only six from that list, was an excruciatingly difficult task. If it was possible…

A reflection about a controversy which I fail to understand — Celebration of any festival is not bound by words. A language is supposed to be free then only you will be able to read real poetry. We need to grow our heart specially when it comes to language. …

Call for submission for ShabdAaweg Review — I am stuck here since past two years but my eyes are dreaming about the winter which will be there soon in my homeland. Snowflakes remind me of those quiet wish which we had once, they remind me of those cosy gathering at home, the conversation which we left behind…

A Poetry for September — I need to do this before September ends. I need to collect the leaves before they drift. No one cares about the yellow leaves. But there’s beauty in the yellow colour which not all can see. When the leaves kiss the earth one last time poems happen. It’s those poem which have the essence…

A Prose on Writing Life — I let the poem tell me what it wanted. I let it have its way with me. Maybe I encouraged it? When one has gone into a wishing silence, one doesn’t know what wish will come to fill it. — D. A. Powell When you read something and it answers…

A Poetic Meditation on Ending — End, Fin, Fine, Ende, Kraj, Galas, Final, ख़त्म, अंजाम The book is with me. I wrote the beginning. But why is it so difficult to write the ending. I am holding the book as if it belongs to me. How can I forget that it’s a bag full of dreams…

A reflection on life — It’s raining outside. I am listening to a song in a language I can’t understand. The leaves look heavy because of the raindrops which look like pieces of stars. I am trying to calm my nerves by writing my other escape apart from painting. The shadow of September is still…

An Art for Ganesha Chaturthi — It’s Ganesha everywhere and Modak sweet too. I don’t celebrate Ganesha Chaturthi but thanks to social media I could see Ganesha being celebrated everywhere. My love for Ganesha is quite old. The first painting which I did is of Ganesha and since then I have done many. I still remember the…