Vrushali gifted this book to me in 2005....since then i have read it several times....when i read Gulzar's introduction i felt as if he was talking about me...where i was that time in life ...like a strong wind..and since then i have been in love with Gulzar :-)

        Deepti Naval
She has her brain in her heart or the heart in her head.She lives the experience twice...first when she actually lands in a situation and takes the full experience of life.The second, when she filters it, takes the essence in a poem and relives it.
        Endless she roams in her inner wilderness.She makes love with moments and then aborts them.She has a zeal and the courage to row through the sharp currents of life.She is serious about living.She follows where her aesthetics lead her and lives her life on her own terms as she wants to.
                   --------Gulzar


Her book ' Black Wind' has wide variety of poems.....all different but all of them leave an imprint.....some will tear you apart ...some will heal you and some will leave you mesmerized...here i am sharing few with you.

Free....
You have grown silent- distant
You no longer share
Or seek my eyes


Frighteningly together
How bluntly you have
Cut yourself
From yourself


I look for the
Madness in your eyes
And find
A cold vacant stare

You are no longer the man
I have loved
At last


You have set me free......
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Contradiction
Love doesnt come easy,does it?
You keep drifting...between


The yearning for freedom
And the craving for the bonding
The eternal longing for both!
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The art of self-destruction


No one does it better
I have mastered the craft with great skill
A craft not easy to master, mind you
Working each stitch carefully into another


With all my being
I knit a brilliant pattern together
And once its there
This enviable piece of work


I pick at one loose end
And my creation threatens to fall apart
Intrigued and amused, I start pulling at it
And watch in wonder
How stitch by flimsy stitch


The unstringing begins
I smile to myself, and keep going
How effortlessly the links come apart
With what ease the pattern disintegrates…


This fragility offends me
Alarmed, yet curious, to see
How far I can destroy it, I go on and on
Until the whole thing falls into a
Dis-assembled heap
Elated, I sit again


Amidst the debris of another relationship
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