Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate
Explore, Implore and Reverberate
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Sound of water coming from a clogged tap, the cricking ceiling fan, an old radio set playing a forlorn song – amidst all this she woke up. She went out through the back door and drew some water from the well. Thereafter, stealthily entered into her world. Undressed the tiring of the long night and…
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when a year seem too long and starts to haunt – think of the falling leaf month, the chilly winter january, the bright leaves of spring. when a month seem too long and the future dreary – think of the floating clouds on a blissful day, the morning cuckoo singing a hymn to thee, the…
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“Be careful, don’t kill yourself!” glared the conductor. “It’s all right. I am a pro at this”, said the lad hurriedly running off from the moving bus. He was running late for work. A recurrent problem in his daily life. It has become so mundane that his office colleagues has become impervious. Though it effects…
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2 beds – one wore a veil of red while another had a shield of white. The first one was to start a new beginning while the second one was the beginning of a beautiful end. In reality, which was the beginning and which was the end? Are they one and the same? Only the…
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Originally posted on Penguin India Blog: “My thoughts were simmering inside me like vapour simmers inside a covered utensil. When that cover was removed, my expressions flowed out from within!” Gulzar remarked on a beautiful evening at India Habitat Centre, New Delhi, beginning with a powerful imagery – a flair that has been the hallmark…
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Originally posted on Penguin India Blog: It’s that time of the year when book lovers from all over the country have thronged to the India Habitat Centre in Delhi for the annual Penguin Random House Spring Fever. The fans appear giddy with excitement as they browse through the books from among 5,000 titles published by…
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Once you were the voice of a mother, Valiant proclamation of a lover. Withered walls have forgotten words, In their dwellings hang bloodied swords. A solitary savage woman utters thy name, Few are left to stem them. Language you are a necessity still, For linguistics to decipher buried civilization underneath. Language, an expression of our…
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Acrylic colours graced thy paintings, Silver linings frolicking in your poems. Marked in dying colours and famished look, They carried a serendipity within. Mushings of forlorn citizens, Of today, tomorrow and yesterday still. Slaughtered dreams and buried aspirations, Of bruised bodies and dying souls. Soldiers fighting at the borders, Students with their hoarders. Peasants with…
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Two stalks ,one bud, many petals, slender sepals – flowers they were still. Standing bright in a barren land. “Infected or evolved?” wondered the bees. Quakes knew the answer. Alas! they chose not to speak. Humans they have become at last. Uncomfortable with the truth.
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