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April 27, 2026
Delhi, you were kind! You made pieces of me — not whole! But ornamental✨
JOURNAL ENTRY18th January 2026,after wrapping up book signing at Delhi Book Fair (NDWBF) ✨✨✨ “Azaad ho gaye” —verses that resonated a broken heart — with tears of love… unreturned!— with vulnerable pain trying to seek refuge in self preservation! A space in the corners of every heart that loved so passionately that it consumed pieces of them — and left them more vibrant, more sensitive, more malleable! Verses that touched the heart, and pierced the soul! ✨✨✨ Sometimes when I appreciate my own poetry — Baazgasht, I am actually praising, not me, but the space, the emotions and the love that lead to the birth of these poems! Love, so beautiful, that it becomes art & poignance… It caresses your soul, not just your heart …It stimulates your existence, not just your passion! ✨✨✨ Delhi, you were kind! You made pieces of me — not whole!But ornamental … You did beyond healing —Because that is a destination I have already reached… You… You nurtured — you nourishedand, you validated Baazgashtwhile resonating with its echoes!while applauding its story,while extending the warmth;that we seek in Delhi winters! Thank you! Delhi… 🫂 You’re not a city —You’re an emotion, indeed! 💞✨
April 27, 2026
✨“Sometimes it is the darkness that I miss the most.”✨
That evening began at the Vizag Tirupati Balaji Temple. The sun was setting as I sat on the steps of the temple after darshan, having a mouthful of prasad. Still in formals, with a tote bag, hands folded, head bowed—heart oddly steady. I meditated for a while next to the stambh. The ambient sounds of winds blowing and the chanting of “Om Namo Venkatesaya” playing on loop—blissful and soul-stirring…I carried a quiet gratitude back into my chest. The 59th Indian Orthodontic Conference, Vizag, concluded that afternoon—successfully, smoothly. My lecture on leading a comprehensive cleft team as an orthodontist was well appreciated and applauded by one and all. Conversations wrapped up, smiles exchanged, hands shaken. By evening, despite feeling accomplished and appreciated, I wasn’t ecstatic, nor jittery. Just calm. Deeply, peacefully quaint. The kind of happiness that doesn’t shout—only rests. I didn’t even know, until I reached Vizag for the conference, that there was a Tirupati Balaji Temple by the same TTD trust of Tirumala in Vizag—it was inaugurated in 2022, according to the internet. And from the moment I heard of it, I was longing for HIM… to get darshan of Venkateshwara. I decided to take the manuscript of Phir […]
April 27, 2026
Shaam-e-Baazgasht Kolkata ✨22nd November 2025 — A Ropewalk
“While Mumbai was about leaving things behind…Kolkata was about embracing the new…” There has always been a cascade of emotions associated with Shaam-e-Baazgasht…A journey back and forth—into healing & out of it, back into the glorification of wounds — or as my therapist would call them, “battle scars”? A tight-rope act between balance and fall… The day before Shaam-e-Baazgasht Kolkata edition, my therapist wanted me to question:Is my gracious muscling-through of heartbreak the very battle that carved these poems into scars? And now, every time the applause lands, am I locking myself into an obligation to walk into the fire again — to relive the same ache each time Shaam-e-Baazgasht returns? Shaam-e-Baazgasht Mumbai (10th October 2025) was a major step in the healing arc.Couple of days after, I left the copy of Baazgasht kept for ‘N’ at the landmark where I last had met him — a symbolic act of returning my verses back to the place from where they once originated…A line from Sanjay Bhansali’s Devdas floats into my memory —“Pichle janam mein yahan se koi mitti le gaya hoga… so lautane aaya hai bechara!” But Kolkata… Kolkata needed more effort.Mumbai had drained the catharsis; this time, I found […]
April 20, 2026
✨ What Is Closure? ✨
(Built from the heart of Shaam-e-Baazgasht — Mumbai Edition and layered with personal reflections) I didn’t have an answer that night…. I still remember that evening at Shaam-e-Baazgasht, Mumbai edition — the music soft, the audience quieter than usual, and a dear old friend from the audience asking — “Krish, what is closure according to you?” The room paused, as if everyone had their own unfinished story echoing inside them. I paused too, smiled, and said, “Interestingly, I don’t have an answer to this right away… but we can talk through it.” And that’s exactly what we did. The conversation that followed will find its full place in “The Nishant Conundrum”, whenever it’s ready. But today, as I read the transcript of that night and write this, I’ve learned that closure is not a single moment. It’s a journey — often long, uneven, and rarely given by another person. Closure isn’t one door slamming shut; it’s the slow turning of many handles — one memory, one moment, one emotion at a time. It doesn’t arrive one fine morning over coffee, or appear at a temple, a beach, or in someone’s message. It comes from within — quietly, deliberately, often painfully. […]
April 20, 2026
Unrequited Feelings – How to deal with them!
There’s a quiet ache that doesn’t make noise, sometimes it may take over like a storm but sometimes it just burns as soft embers.  It is not the heartbreak that screams, rather it is the steady gnawing knowledge that what you feel will not be returned in the same way. Unrequited feelings are among life’s most humbling teachers. They show you that love, in its purest form, cannot be demanded — only experienced. You can’t control who you love, but you can learn how to act on those feelings of love. Emotions rise on their own, but what you do with them — that part is yours.You can choose to act out of impulse or with awareness. And awareness is where healing begins! Love that isn’t returned doesn’t make you foolish. It just makes you human. As Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar says, “In true love, there is no room for heartbreak — heartbreak is just broken expectations.”  The pain isn’t born of love itself; it’s born of wanting something back. At some point, you have to make friends with those unrequited feelings. Let them sit beside you, quietly, like an old companion. Stop fighting them — they’re only trying […]