Poems

Often in the heat of living I revisit the old question: Who am I? Through the beautiful and the ugly of life, Through the joyful and the painful of life,…

It was only a month ago that I buried Jessie, She was only seventeen and wanted to go all the way. I was told I was born in a hill…

We quiver long in the vortex of our pains, Till pain appears to be the inseparable and meaningful part of life. Pain is not the catharsis of our sins, But…

Infinity is a need To fill the structures in mind built for it, Apparently contradicting our finite tissues. Infinity unmasks the eternal corner of our soul. Infinity beckons us to…

It was some six weeks ago that I met you accidentally at my cousin’s place –Twenty-four years since I glimpsed your face –The face that seems to have a new…

Above Picture: Me, at about the age of two, with my mother, Aruna Kaul Karihaloo, in Srinagar, Kashmir.   I woke up on my birthday to find out when the…

As far as we can look back in the recorded history of Kashmir,We see a river of Hindus flowing through thousands of years;Even beyond the recorded history they are thought…

Destiny is not what we make it to be ordained by some super powers, It descends from the center of universe and shoots down digitally to its object, Its mystery…