I was near the sea one orange evening and the smog made it very melancholic. A Boeing flew past and completed the picture. I suddenly had a vision.

A sad account of a street dog that I used to pass everyday. One day, I saw that she was lying on her side, all shriveled up with ribs showing and tongue hanging out. Then next day she wasn’t there. I knew I would never see her again. What saddened me was not her death. It was the sheer indifference of the world towards her existence (and ultimately non-existence). I decided to do what was in my power for her and her kind.

I wrote this when I was in my room one afternoon all depressed and everything. And I really did see a sparrow sit on one of the bars of my window. When her buddy joined her, I got some inspiration.

About survival of the fittest.

Cigarettes.

About love.

I honestly cannot explain how or why I wrote this poem. It was one of those gloomy days where I wanted to spill my guts on paper.

Dedicated to my lovely wife. I wrote this before we got married. We were still new to each other and I was so fascinated by her little habits and “idiosyncrasies”.

Yes, we really were kicked out of class because of my audacious behavior. Ah, the days of fun and frolic, love and heart-break, carelessness and nonchalance. Alas, gone.

I once saw a father carrying his little baby child and a sudden thought came to me. I thought of a sad moment in some father’s life somewhere in this world who has a similar baby. I imagined the baby making the father’s shirt wet with its saliva and the father making his child’s little shirt wet with his tear. That’s it. That was the moment and I wrote this entire poem around that one imagined moment. God I miss those moments now.