Posted in realisation

A Grizzled Sigh

This is not what we handed over to you, the skies were blue, and so was the water,

The winter has gone chillier now, and the summers have turned hotter.

You are passing to these kids, the air so foul, the earth barren without trees,

A world where there is plenty of ego, no warmth of love in the breeze.


Through the lens of Ruchir Kalra

Posted in pictures

The Gray


Memories i made, i hung them to be dried..

Mountains and sea, deserts too i tried.

Each one was precious, each one unique,

And as time passed, like me, they became antique.”