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…

Fruit Cream — Indian Street Food — You don’t need much to bring the flavour of home on the plate. Take a bowl add a layer of homemade rabdi top it with pulp of fresh mango sprinkle few blueberries and top it with whisked cream. serve it like a surprise after dinner. your kids will remember the taste of this…

A Poem about Poets — This is my corner I am sitting here with the laptop. That window which helps me walk in the world of others when I read the poems. When I read I can see the magic happening. I can see the clouds drifting on the page. I can see stars twinkling away. I can…

A poem for World Poetry Day — “Always be a poet even in prose” I wish I could write this. but there are days when the truth is harsh, when you can’t make a poem out of your sadness, when you fail to paint the moon in the sky or are too tired to rhyme your life. …

An American Haiku about Happiness —

A Page from My Life —