While everything around me whirls and storms, I remain grounded. In the middle of all the turmoil Of all the intense energies and emotions, When it’s all just so dark, I cannot see anything, cannot touch or hear. I think about you, My heart feels your love. And I get clarity. With no pause between […]Read More Stillness in Turmoil
My book “Reflections of My Youth” is now available at Amazon and Flipkart. GRAB YOUR COPY NOW! Please do read and give your honest feedback!! You can purchase one or more copies here: Amazon | Flipkart | NotionPress (Use coupon code : AWESOMENGERS ) 30% for you guys I would greatly appreciate your support in […]Read More Reflections of My Youth
Hola Awesomengers, I hope you’re having a great time. As the title of this post suggests, I have an announcement to make. (If you are connected with me on social media, you’d probably know this already) Well, I have been sharing my poems to people through my blog, social media accounts, but when they are […]Read More Announcement!
I suffer from the conflagration in my mind, Should I stay on the side of dissent? Or should I dive in the stream of the contemporary nationalistic rite? I worry that someday the reflections of my youth may pass me by, Like traces on the car window, Driving at 120 on the freeway, Haunting me, […]Read More Nationalistic Rite
Dying embers. Wild flames. Twenty-six letters. A thousand names. Scratches on paper. Slender frames. Young words. Ancient games Wither and fade, Into an insipid blur. But with some Rhyme, Alliteration, Assonance, And consonance, Forming a battalion of lines And stanzas, Winning hearts, And breaking too. Leaves their mark. Forever. – Mahesh Mali. Copyrighted © 2017–18 […]Read More Words
“Kitne achhe systems hai foreign me”, “India me aisa kyu nahi” These are the typical replies I get from my paraplegic friend whenever I share an article or two about people with disabilities (PWDs) abroad. And let’s be honest, India is far from being inclusive. According to the WHO, 1 billion people have some form […]Read More Few Ways TO Make Society More Inclusive
आज अवकाळी पाऊस आला… आणि तिच्या आठवणींचे ढग माझ्या मनी दाटू लागले ! वाटत होतं इतके दिवस की तीच्या आठवणींना खूप मागे सोडून दिलंय मी, पण आज तिच्याच स्मृतींमध्ये हरवून टाकत होता मला तो मातीचा सुगंध, आणि तो गार गार वारा. मला परत परत आठवत होता तो आमचा पाऊसातला बंधुंद नाच, ती अविस्मरणीय रात्र आणि […]Read More तिच्या आठवणींचा अवकाळी पाऊस
Lately, I found that I could not write about her, It’s not that there are no feelings to describe, It’s not even a problem of having second thoughts about those feelings. The problem is that no matter how much I have delved into my brain or how much effort I put into finding a way […]Read More Story of a lovesick fool