12/07/2026
कवि, कुछ ऐसा राग जगा दो,
अम्बर से तारे झर जाएँ...
What if a poet could sing the world apart?
Stars fall from the sky. Rivers rise in rage. Oceans harden into stone. Mountains weep. Not destruction for its own sake — imagination pushed past every limit, until the whole universe bends into metaphor.
Written more than thirty years ago. Recited today for my father, on the calmest water I know — and it still sounds like a storm.
The Rhythm of Destruction