It’s done. Whatever it was that you sought to create — an art project, poetry, writing, performance, etc. — it’s done! Finishing your project gives you a certain sense of accomplishment that’s unparalleled. You’ve worked hard on it, and you’ve come out with flying colors. You’re proud of what you’ve just built, and it might just stay with you forever.
A short opening sequence for Airplane Poetry Movement and Menstrupedia, for their Spoken Word project “Menstruation Diaries“.
Made in Blender and Inkscape. 🙂
Zim Wiki is perhaps my most favorite notebook app for Linux that I heavily depend on. So I’ve taken liberties to see how it can be improved. 🙂
A series of letters from the battlefield, from a soldier to his fiance waiting to hear from him again.
A performance piece from Pune Poetry Slam of August 2014. This poem was inspired by a letter from Gernot Knopp to Dorothy Bird, a heart-wrenching story which you can read about here.
What if our Indian Pledge (and Anthems from any part of the world) was an honest projection of our contemporary times? Let me break down the walls we’ve built, because it creates more enemies than is supposed to keep away. Let me erase the imaginary lines, because it stops our love from expanding.
Edit from the future, 2017: I don’t like this piece anymore. Someday I’ll rewrite this, or even roast myself for this.
I initially dedicated this to the ones who started Pune Poetry Slam and Airplane Poetry Movement, but as I kept writing, the poem quickly developed a theme of courage to start something wonderful despite all the doubts and pressures of conventional naysayings a person goes through in their lives. Of course, this is also a reminder for myself that every first step is always meaningful.
Poetry in less than 10 mins, just for practice. It helps to sit outdoors and look for stories hidden in plain sight.
I might make another post describing my “Spiritual” journey, considering the contents are slightly different from what I’m attempting to write here. If I don’t, I hope someone holds me up to it.
A sequel to Art Burglar. This one’s dedicated to Maya Angelou, Walt Whitman, Arthur Conan Doyle, John Keats, all the giants of the past, but is most importantly dedicated to….YOU. Yes, YOU, the one reading this right now. This one’s for you.
This is a satire about some (but not all) people, usually amateurs, in the pick-up artists community, as well as other guys in general who try to seduce women without necessarily connecting with them at a human level.
I’ve neither written this as a means to offend women, nor to disparage the pick-up artists community as a whole.
Please read with an open mind.