Dheeraj Kalgutkar

It’s long since I pulled you close It’s long since we hurt each other It’s long..  It’s long since our fingers intertwined It’s long since ours laughs synced It’s long..  It’s long since you called me yours It’s long since I became yours It’s long..  It’s long since you held me close It’s long since I breathed heavy It’s long..  It’s long since you beat my lip It’s long since I bit that neck It’s long since we became us It’s long… Thanks for reading. Let me know your thoughts in comments below. Do Share if you liked what you just read. It means a lot to me and helps other people to discover it :)

They were sitting. Quietly at their eleventh floor office. One in white and another in light pink. Their workstation a perfect pedestal to savor rains without getting wet. From there they used to see people walk down the lane that lead to main gate, see people sipping tea sitting on bench under that shady almond tree. They enjoyed watching people from above. It made them feel like super-humans. They watched people walk away from their tower and come to it, in group of two, three, four and sometimes lonely souls. But today was unlike those days. Nobody was looking through glass walls. The eyes that watched people from eleventh floor were busy onto something else today. Fingers were pointed at one another, mouths opened wide and shut, the poor rack of files were getting punched and kicked from their restive place. A war was upon them. Every other occupant of eleventh floor was staring at the screen before them. The blue, white, yellow screens with black texts. But the...

Long long ago, in 1689 a Japanese poet Matsuo Bashō set out on an epic 1,200-mile journey through the then narrow roads of Japan. He wrote his travel account in the form of poetry (haiku) and also prose. This poetic travel works added lustre to his reputation which continues till today. Like Shakespeare for west, Bashō is to Japan. More so as everyone in Japan can recite at least one of Bashō’s poem by heart. The part of the route he traveled is traveled by thousands of people today in memory of the great poet. People go to pilgrimage at his birth and burial sites. Bashō today is part of Japanese culture. In his masterpiece, Oku no Hosomichi, or Narrow Road to a Far Province, as first entry Bashō writes, “Each day is a journey, and the journey itself home” That was 300 years ago. Today, Bashō is mostly remembered world over for Haiku. What is Haiku? It’s a Japanese form of poetry which uses few words to capture a moment into reader’s mind. Unlike other forms of poetry,...