Thursday, December 31, 2020

Tied to canon
Hit before hits
Heartbroken
Blown to bits

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

With the far away look 

Will sit while curtains are drawn

From a firecracker to flicker

Will turn dust at dawn

Monday, December 7, 2020

 Like a sudden outburst of spring shower

I am weeping through you

I am living through you

Friday, November 27, 2020

 

Dreams be damned

Dreams are strange pathways

They open us to the very highway

Of evolved technology and storytelling

At times, even surprise us as

Constructs created by the staggered

Stab us to waking up

Thursday, October 15, 2020

 Like an ant

Like the sun

Like a bee

Thats me

Saturday, September 19, 2020


 O pandemic species

Worry thy not,if over

Man will move 

With more aggression

To meet You 

At another intersection 

Saturday, June 20, 2020


Monday, June 15, 2020


Ode to Sushant Singh Rajput
In an interview he said” It’s not the pursuit of happiness, It's the habit of happiness…”

Suicide, O suicide
Can you work on the public memory?
A depressed mind is a like a migrant worker
In desperation, wants relief, wants to return home
He was unheard, unseen, he succumbed
Don’t call it suicide and put the onus on him
Don’t call him a victim and be scot free
For centuries the silent pandemic
Invades the fugitive-hearts, ferrying them away
Mental Health conditions of all terror
Shapes, sizes known and unknown
While some escape to a safe place called “denial
Suicide, O suicide
Can you work on the public memory?

by

thinkmanav@gmail.com

Wednesday, May 27, 2020



To the gen-next

Years later...
I want to be found...
As a part of patchwork quilt
Still comforting,still useful

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

कहाँ  रहते हो?
ईमानदारी से,
बचपने से 
कहता हूँ "खुश"

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

पैदा होते ही 
हम चलते हैं ...
क्या कीमत ज़िन्दगी की? 
मील के  पत्थर के 
जब दोनों तरफ...
लिखी हो मौत

Saturday, May 16, 2020







It’s the best time to be a gravedigger

It’s a lie that migrant labour is on the road
They were always on the road, if not crammed in urban shitholes
We would pass them on wheels; they were just a banal backdrop,
We were eyes back on our smart phones
And then Corona pressed the pause button
Like a sudden speed breaker, we asked the driver what happened.
There is a notice that said “road blocked”, we reversed and another said “Dead End”
It occurred, we are trapped and in isolation hells
Nameless but not faceless, formless but functional, they are no more the quick past tense
We had to lick our fresh wounds of puss and smallness
Those we called favours we doled out to our domestic help were over
It dawned we are as much as needy as them
For a while we played the Insta game by showing we do cleaning, mopping, cooking, as its our Pilates
And then hit us the reality,that any benefit mindset is in the past
We are not collectively grieving,rug pulled out
We are sharing “the reality” of everyday poor-mans living
Half salaries but full respect needs to be paid
Like them we have to go. Obstacle headfirst
Reintroduce us, they said, the pre covid world was not a good place
The new normal has to be more normal, more equal
If not lets declare ourselves white collared workers in a cemetery
Everyone is unanimous about this ,its official now
That it is the best time to be  a gravedigger?
Manav@CovID-19

Sunday, May 10, 2020


Stretching is painful.Even to receive we have to stretch

Sunday, April 26, 2020

रोटी  हक़ नहीं तोः क्या हुआ खाते वक़्त
मुझे केवल चर्चा का विषय बना लेना 
घर में रहने का हक़ नहीं तोः क्या
आता जाता  बिजली का बिल बना लेना 
चाय का कप खाली और पलंग पे कोई शिकन  नहीं 
बदन की छाया गायब , मेरा दूध वाला गिलास देख लेना
सुरक्षा न दे सको तोः क्या परीक्षा ही ले लेना
बस मगर मुझे एक  दिक्कत की तरह  रहने देना

Sunday, April 19, 2020

कुछ भी नहीं बन पाया मैं
मरना हो या जी जाना 
तो आखरी घूँट पानी का
बना के मुझे पी जाना 


Thursday, April 9, 2020

In all the lefts..
The rights come from You
Almighty Father


Monday, March 30, 2020

They are saying they are bored
What an"insult" to the  LIFE MAIDEN
Its not romanticizing vacancy
But calling out to perseverance 
The chance to be,become,be-ING
First we create the metrics
Then we feel trapped in the symmetry
The balance of tilting
Awkwardness in spaces
Called B_O_R_E _D
Collaborative is delicious
Join forces with spirit of inquiry
Let Curiosity bleed into your life 
Its calling out ...saying
At soul junction - meet me ,in flesh  and blood

COVID-19

Saturday, March 28, 2020


ये ज़हमत क्यों उठाई तुमने
की मेरा दिल पूछ के तोड़ा?
मेरी फेलियर की रिपोर्ट कार्ड पे
किसी का साइन तोः करना पड़ेगा
तुम से अच्छा कौन होगा
तुम ही  डाल देना ...


अजीब मिटटी का हूँ मैं..
मज़दूर के हाथ हैं राजा का दिल
मासूमियत के चश्मे से  देखो
नासमझ लगूंगा कम
किफायती हूँ, सिफारिशी नहीं
अजीब मिटटी का हूँ मैं..

Choke,sobs,fatigue,simmer,hurt,anguish....

Thank you for making me incidental....

Sunday, March 8, 2020



The sun bleeds into the sky
Every day to cause its The End



Monday, March 2, 2020


Mindspace
While packing your bag
Will you leave some space?
That space is opening
The mental opportunity
To let in the new