Nirmala : Writing

Our street

Our street

A Poem by Nirmala


Our street The pye-dog ran away From what? He belonged to nothing Name, home, collar or fame The pye-dog ran way To what? Didn’t the ..
Chile hot

Chile hot

A Poem by Nirmala


Change does not come easily, many work at the grind to make it happen, to expose and allow for change. Many pay for having tried.
Gift of life

Gift of life

A Poem by Nirmala


I am not sure whether I am dragged to the unusual or drawn by it. However, I am grateful for both the ups and downs, for it lends variety and not mono..
Premeditated

Premeditated

A Poem by Nirmala


The dangers confronting women travelling alone are numerous and when put against the wall, the reactions are often far from timid!
At first the 'What?'

At first the 'What?'

A Poem by Nirmala


From the little girl that I was when this happened and its impact.
Dacoit Re-designed

Dacoit Re-designed

A Poem by Nirmala


A true incident that now, years later, seems unreal. The terror and the lack of options made me take the risk.
Constant change

Constant change

A Poem by Nirmala


Tsunami, earthquake, volcanic eruptions, government upheavals, terrorist attacks and crashing markets that brought stunned surprise and horror, yet le..
Proposed for life

Proposed for life

A Poem by Nirmala


Just life and the decisions and path one takes at a given moment that all go together to colour the tapestry of ones life.
Fear and Awe

Fear and Awe

A Poem by Nirmala


On a 6 am walk in the Chitwan jungle in Nepal along with a Naturalist called Jog, a huge Himalayan black bear suddenly attacked. I was absolutely cert..
Record the Rhythm

Record the Rhythm

A Poem by Nirmala


The amazing ability of the mind to record and replay with utter accuracy can be a joy to live in the past, which is a danger in the complex race of li..