melting point of music

music is the melting point
at which you cannot distinguish
religions, faiths, beliefs
or non-belief


The first 2 1/2 minutes of this video will show you what I have said in verse

Raag Ahir Bhairav is a devotional raag
My music teacher shared this video with us
to show 
how seamlessly we can flow
between different sounds of worship

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the compass of God

the compass of God
always points inwards
unwavering like the north star
an infinite intimate cosmos

Imam Ali Quote

13th Rajab ~ the birth date of Imam Ali

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You strive to get to the other side of doors
But what if….
What if you are on the other side



All these photos were taken by…me!
Due to the diversity, you may be thinking I collected them over a period of time.
But no, I noticed all these doors in one place, took only an hour!
How wonderfully inspiring life is if you observe your environment.

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Big Ideas, Little Country

I recently wrote in my poem Against the Moon:

you do not need to be in a position of power
to influence the ways of the world 

Last night I came across an excellent and important message which I would like to share. Take a few minutes to watch:


It seems like we, our leaders have been focusing in the wrong direction.
Big ideas from a little country.
Worth remembering Bhutan For Life and Earth For Life, whenever you hear about them please do lend your support in whatever form you are able to.

In conclusion, a couplet from my poem Disequlibrium, the Price of Civilization:

You presume the silence of nature to be subjugation
Have you never witnessed a woman scorned?

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Finite, a Circle

Revering the beads
As we whisper, counting 
Sacred names, the greatest of words
Immersed in each rotation
(Or dreaming through it)
We forget that real power
Lies in the thread
That holds the beads together
Allows them to flow over our fingers
Just a fragile thread
Finite, a circle of infiniteness

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beyond the grave

what does it matter
what lies beyond the grave
what does matter
is whether your deeds
will weigh you down
or uplift you

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No Ordinary Lion


No ordinary lion
Nature crowned his mane
The colour of night
Halo around a sunset

Born victorious
None could challenge him
At the pinnacle of his rage

Yet when death ambushed him
Was Mohawk even aware
He was fighting a battle?

No time for a final roar

Just a crown
The colour of night
Halo around a sunset


On March 30, Mohawk a beloved & iconic lion, a resident of the Nairobi National Park was shot dead by the Kenya Wildlife Service, his supposed guardians. As you can see from the photo by Paras Chandaria, Mohawk was a black maned lion, an alpha lion. And though I have named Mohawk in my poem, there have been reports of other lion(s) killed while wandering out of the park. Mohawk represents all these beautiful creatures whose lives are threatened or lost. 

Nairobi National Park is the only wildlife park found within a city. Sometimes though I do wonder which place is the more civilized, which creation the more evolved…

Our heritage, the wildlife and the park, are at stake. Please do take a moment to read more about it and sign this petition 

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against the moon

as though the tide
was against the moon’s pull
she stood her ground
in defiance to those
who said she never could
even gravity bowed before her
allowed her to fly, just a little

and how, she wondered,
when the moon has little of its own
how can it exert such a force 
that whole oceans succumb?


you do not need to be in a position of power
to influence the ways of the world


the littlest of things count…

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My Birth Place, a Dedication

Beyond a single palm tree
Whispers a world of mystery
Of potholes and jinns
From šīn to sins 

 ~A dedication to Mombasa, my birth place~
Photo credit: Sunny Bindra
Check out sunnysunwords Instagram account for more breathtaking photos

šīn is a letter of the Arabic alphabet

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a convenient pretext

where love once lived
in the heart of man
religion replaces it
god’s name now
a convenient pretext
humanity’s loss

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