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Heart Lore

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Heart Lore The wind still blows The breeze still whistles through my ears. But doesn’t sooth me anymore. The Christmas carols are still sung In the church, at the far end The bells still jingle their message To one and all And the beautiful Christmas tree Still, does call me for some appreciation But none of them excite me anymore. Winter once again has brought Its chilly evenings and enthralling spirit But nothing pleases me anymore. Away from friends Longing overshadows joy And the deep feeling of nostalgia Depresses and pains…. Down the memory lane I want to dive— In my past rejoices Those small unforgettable moments. When sadness surges through the soul, The spirit dampened in melancholy The heart’s sentiments grip on me so strong And the deep expectations, engrossing dreams, true desires That the heart hath spun, Are all unfulfilled…. Only an evergreen smile canopying the face Comes to my relief.. The Past never calls us But we do turn and

On christmas eve

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On Christmas Eve I look intently When the door opens Bringing the night chill in. A hope that does arise— A hope for a momentary pleasure And a thrust of happiness And…. An over delayed joy, After years of missing and longing. I see a foot stepping in And my heart leaps up A face tries to show itself From the shadow of the night... And my eyes eager to look through— Search in the darkness And make me rise From my chair. I move forward with the greatest hope— To find the face I expect. Forward and forward do I move And he does too…. Till the fire from the chimney Is able enough to reveal that face. My feet stop My eyes open wide in disbelief… And my mouth agape Unable to utter a word. Yes, yes….My brother is back… My dearest bro… A wailing and a desperate cry Consoled by a gentle hug… The circumstances that had betrayed once Favor me now Then, we had separated Now, we unite. The frost outside, and the night’s darkness Have gifted me my bes

ADVENTURES IN MY SLUMBERLAND

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ADVENTURES IN MY SLUMBERLAND I walk through the forest line Into the darkness, leaving back the sunshine Breaking a stick or two, under the feet of mine I gingerly walk through the forest line. I see a bush here, a bush there Then cautiously walk, never to step into a snare Shivering from head to toe I fear the attack of an animal or a foe. I turn back to see the daylight But oh no! It’s out of sight Left are only the colossal, thick, dense trees Hiding even the sky and obstructing the cool breeze. I head towards the forest’s end Knowing not, how much time I’ve to spend Regretting my foolish thought of adventure And meanwhile fearing a dreadful future. I hear a squeak, a screech, a croak and a howl And say,” Oh! Now not even a growl.” Then I run as fast as I can Jumping over huddles, whether a bush or bran. Then the golden rays of the sun was in sight “Hurrah, I have found the light.” Running, jumping, as if in a race Finally I got out of The Forest of

Queeristan by Parmesh Sahani

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  Queeristan (Amazon Link) Thanks to Audible Free Trial I listened to this amazing non-fiction on LGBTQ inclusion in Indian workplaces. Author Parmesh Sahani identifies as gay Indian, working closely with Godrej higher management and employees for years to create an inclusive workplace, both legally and in spirit. This book is a result of those years of experience, research, collaboration with individuals from difference spectrum of the society and organizations who has successfully transitioned into a queer friendly one.   Indian history is inclusive. From the Khajuraho temple architectures, to Konark to the Rig Veda, there is existing proofs even 2000 years ago of Indian inclusiveness of queer. It’s the draconian British law that criminalised it, which was scraped in 2009, came into effect once again following a sad judgement in 2013 and eventually was scraped off for good in 2018. I am in awe of the lawyers who fought this legal battle- colleagues and partners – Arundhati Katju

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