The city that never sleepsFull of mystic, lights, billionaires & beggarsThe playground of Indian's eliteAnd kids play cricket on every streetHow I miss this city It may have the Gateway of India But it has the gateway to azadi Even if the smog blocks the lightWalk down the streets as the autos and kallipilli wizz… Continue reading Mumbai
Author: hanikpk
Stuttering
There is no shortness breathSay some words take heftI look out for patienceAs my thoughts are stuck in the station My mind needs to be activeMy mouth is protractedThere is intellectual theftEven if I am not bereft The chief culprit is meI feel like an amputeeMy knowledge dispossessedAs though I'm not even the best of… Continue reading Stuttering
The 2019 General Election
My Election Round Up The last five weeks have been a blur. I quit my job and dived head first into Luciana Berger campaign. In my last post wrote that I hadn’t been happier in ages and the truth is that I have been elated for the last few weeks. I know why, even though… Continue reading The 2019 General Election
Next time we speak, I want to hear about your DREAMS!
When you find yourself a Richard Osho, hold on to them as tight as you can, because there is no greater feeling when you find someone who loves you for nothing other than yourself. Here's some context. Rich and I were catching up over the phone and then Rich decided that he wanted to give… Continue reading Next time we speak, I want to hear about your DREAMS!
Plunge
The steps are steep, There's mean feat. They're easy to climb, as your body doesn't seem to mind. At the top we see all this potential. Sometimes we're concerned about the credentials. We all hesitate. Not to make a mistake. It's our fear, that puts us in gear. Makes us stall, Just before the fall.… Continue reading Plunge
The Last Sun
A short story that I wrote at work last week during my lunch The sun crept over the horizon. The sea glistening. The water just a sparkling golden sheen, The waves roll in and crash into the rocks, as though they are completing an act of violent vengeance. The sound only disturbed by the chirping… Continue reading The Last Sun
My Love of Rugby
The rugby world cup is on and apart from the glorious memes that have been brought by the chaos of the French team, the typhoon and the of course the various online communities that I am participate in have all reminded me why I love this game. Now I always claim that cricket is my… Continue reading My Love of Rugby
Grasping Air
I’ve always been a dreamerYou would describe me as ridiculousAnd I would scoff at your tone as preposterousAll the fun and games, nothing wrong with our demeanour The world is your oysterThat is what I was toldMore a tale for the oldAs far as I can tell, there’s not even a pot to stir I… Continue reading Grasping Air
Returning Home
My day at New Hall After being made redundant and spending so many years in the UK and to be honest, a bit lost, I decided to call my school and see if there was an opportunity to go work there and if not, could I just visit it. Turns out there was a role… Continue reading Returning Home
Fobalicious
Now don't ask me what brought me to do this, but I decided to share one of my online dating profiles with reddit. Then I decided to talk about it on the podcast and now I'm writing about it. Now let me say, that some of the people were harsh as fuck. Held nothing back… Continue reading Fobalicious
