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VATSA is a Poet, Writer and Filmmaker. VATSA received the Best Director award for his short film “I Witness” at MISFF in 2016. Additionally, Vatsa has been nominated thrice in Indian Television Academy Awards (ITA) for best Editor award. Vatsa’s writing repertoire includes “Rooh” & “Inshaa” books containing his poems, and “Sankhanaad” a novel based on the life of ‘Aghori’.

VATSA’s poems touch like a soul that has nothing to do with this conventional life and therefore they are like a breeze of peace. His writing blurs the line between an author and an audience as he says in his book “Rooh”

“बस जिस्म का भेद था

तेरे मेरे दरमियाँ

इस रूह की पहचान तो

सदियों से है तुझसे ”

-VATSA (Rooh)

His father is a poet and a painter. In VATSA’s own words

“due to some reason my father wanted me to stay away from the field of art. Due to the forbidden nature of art in my home, I as a rebellious teenager grew more attracted towards art and poetry. I started going through my father’s books and notes, and soon enough, I learnt Urdu. When I look back now, I realise that my father’s influence was always there motivating me to cultivate love for words”

The beauty of Vatsa’s poems is further enhanced by his voice. Gentleness and simplicity which are part of his personality is reflected in his writings and he continues to bring his poems through social media where thousands of people listen to him every day.

These are few poetries by Vatsa

घूरती आँखों में हँसी

तंज की ठिठोली है

अमानत थोड़ी है

जो किसी की हो ली है

उनकी रूह में भी

छोड़ आया हूँ ख़ुद को

अभी लब्ज़ बोले हैं

मोहब्बत कहाँ बोली है

-VATSA (Rooh)

Khatam Ho Raha tha

बहुत काग़ज़ी थे, किस्से वो सारे

बस चल रहे थे, कश्तियों के सहारे

देखता था, हँसी की चादर ओढ़े

परदों के पीछे, वही रो रहा था

धीरे धीरे, ख़त्म हो रहा था।

हर एक की पसंद के अपने बिछौने

इंसानी कारीगरी के नक़ली खिलौने

खो दिए थे जिसने आँखों के आँसू

वो ही अब सबकुछ खो रहा था

धीरे धीरे, ख़त्म हो रहा था।

हवाओं में ज़हरीली यादें तुम्हारी

फ़िजा में गूंजती फ़रियादें तुम्हारी

दफ़न करने की जगह तक ना छोड़ी

वो मिट्टी में असलहे बो रहा था

धीरे धीरे, ख़त्म हो रहा था।

नुमाइश के सपने बहुत से सजाए

बहुत चाहते थे बहुत अपने बनाए

सब कहते हैं मर गया वो तनहा

सपनों का बोझा ढो रहा था

धीरे धीरे, ख़त्म हो रहा था।

-VATSA (Inshaa)