Delhi Book Lovers

Somebody smart once said that if you put two realists in a room full of philosophers, they’ll find each other. The Delhi Book Lovers tell us that it is true for people who read as well. Founded in March 2012 by book enthusiasts Kunal Gupta and Leher Sethi, DBL currently boasts of 1300 members (and counting). “The main objective of DBL is to give its members the freedom to express their views about varied literature”, Leher tells us, “We, as a group, aim to reach every person who believes Continue reading >

Lt. Col Ankita Srivastava – Celebrating Diwali is an art

Celebrating Diwali is an Art Because you’ve to involve your Heart. The whole year may’ve allowed you to Fume On Diwali you let it go with the cracker Fume. You are genuinely happy: you don’t pretend And that happiness of yours, you do extend. Through your clothes, brightness seeps into your skin You revise your bonding with your own kith And kin. Your lights go up high and high Scattering luster in the sky. But as you artificially brighten up the atmosphere Pause: think of ways to Continue reading >

As the Dawn Breaks in, a poem by Indrani Bhattacharyya

She has walked in the storm..in bare feet.. She has crossed circles of fire.. with gritted teeth.. she knows.. nothing starts..and nothing ends.. The act of being alive is so temporary..yet most prominent.. Hope..healing..smile of light.. The gorgeous sun..a morning bright.. The tiny bubbles of happiness.. the opaque beads of tear.. the scented secrets.. the silky memorabilia.. every souvenir of love.. loss.. Let the muse and the music to stay on..to replenish every weary soul out there..let Continue reading >

A Quiet Diwali, a poem by Ismita Tandon

Oh how quiet is my being, Restful quiet, mournful quiet, thoughtful quiet. As if suddenly all the noise has gone to bed, tired of hearing itself. Of raging like the flowing stream crashes against the immovable rocks. In its pristine aftermath, The silence of my inside shyly steps out to breathe. I had forgotten what it was like to be quiet. From one forest to another, I had forgotten what it was like to not need. What it was like to be deep; deep as the words that tumble out of me... Ismita Continue reading >