Anand Sehgal : Writing

Unearthing Life 8

Unearthing Life 8

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


A first-hand greed is still reasonablebecause somehow there is a limit to that appetite.An imposed greed is truly dangerous .It is evil because the ve..
A Touch of Gyration

A Touch of Gyration

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


After one parties hard, the full-moon often looks like that !On my way back ,I thought there were at least two of them ;I lost the count, but may well..
Unearthing Life 7

Unearthing Life 7

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


It is not that I am always arrogant , Neither I am honest all the time. My arrogance is effervescent during the most honest moments of my life.
Unearthing Life 6

Unearthing Life 6

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


The youth in me tries to be always happy and spread the same happiness.But to tell the truth,as the hair turn grey one by one, one starts thinking a..
Unearthing Life 5

Unearthing Life 5

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


If you choose to stay close to me ,I might name our child "Proximity";If you run away,tasting with your wings,the endless freedom you awaited,The chil..
Myself Uncut (3)

Myself Uncut (3)

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


The world around me has changed a lot in last ten years or so. May be it is ever changing, but I could only see it in recent times. A..
Myself Uncut (2)

Myself Uncut (2)

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


I really do not knowhow I am as a person.My friends are the mirrors for me .Nowadays, I do not see too many "transparent mirrors" around .
Myself Uncut (1)

Myself Uncut (1)

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


I don't wish the life to be fair.I want some fair chances to win,rather I wish to have a fair vision capable of detecting the chances..!
Unearthing Life 4

Unearthing Life 4

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


Before realizing the ultimate truth of life that nothing lasts forever,one must live through the phases of jealousy , stages of competition, days ..
Unearthing Life 3

Unearthing Life 3

A Poem by Anand Sehgal


After the last battle had ended , the most severe one;I entered into a state of long passivity, tastelessness.I was no more a warrior. "The recluse" i..