Born in Kashmir, the land of lakes and lotuses, I thought my poet-father must have named me ‘Neeraj’, which means lotus-the waterborne, afte...

It was difficult to see them dying slowly, inch by inch, in their moss-laden loneliness and painful to see them fading back into the eleme...

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tonight my eyes get teary thinking of that  mother who sees the hole in her dead son's sweater she had knitted last summer.. but she...

(It was a dream come true to get an opportunity to interview my namesake Gopaldas Neeraj, the legendary lyricist i was named after. The...

Snow still falls abundantly like in our childhood days Crows still caw on the chinars from the rooftops snow slips like loose e...

Meri sez hajir hai Par jute aur kameej kee tarah Tu apna badan bhee utar de Udhar mudhe par rakh de Koi khas baat nahin Yeh apne apn...

Each day I light a lamp in the whirlwind. I am a stage of the caravan. Peep into me and listen to the ancient ballad. It is endless…....

``O descendent of Kasyapa, best among the brahmanas, on the12th, a pitcher full of cold water and decorated with flowers and leaves should...

buzzing heavy night glowworm’s surprise.. where stars make love silently… snow falls silently into the eyes of virgin mountain l...

"For love is something so positive, so strong, so real that it is as impossible for one who loves to take back that feeling as it is ...

        lonely dark night       on the unmarried militant’s fresh gravestone       two glowworms make love      All the stolen silver of...

Has the lineage of Shaiva Masters,especially in the context of oral tradition and guru shishya parampara, that existed in the Himalayan vall...