Grudges are such a waste of joyous times.So often,we hold on to some biting remark or a nasty, back stabbing jibe. Our vivaciousness and cheerful vibe takes a sound lashing .Well ,we are, after all ,human.The hurt lingers and festers into […]
Grudges are such a waste of joyous times.So often,we hold on to some biting remark or a nasty, back stabbing jibe. Our vivaciousness and cheerful vibe takes a sound lashing .Well ,we are, after all ,human.The hurt lingers and festers into […]
The Little Birdie The little birdie cocks her head inquisitively Her pepper corn sized eyes Fearless It’s because she has wings, I think To take flight at the slightest sign of danger Hovering around me while the pied cuckoo hunts […]
How strange it is to catch oneself spouting the same words to one’s kids that one hated one’s own mother repeat like a choral sound. There really is no theoretical study of motherhood. You just ‘play it by ear’. You […]
The hues of love are never garish or in your face They are muted tones of ethereal shades Swimming with powerful strokes across Deadly swamps of sinister strokes The colours of love beam from the ether Feathery flashes of fecund […]
“Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments” N.Hawthorne . Having lived my formative years in the north of India, where you either freeze with the icy draughts from the neighboring hills in winter or sweat your pores out in the scalding’ lou’, […]
“No party is any fun unless seasoned with folly ”, said Erasmus. The days when there is a mess to clean up after guests have gone home, means you are a lucky person for you have friends, who created the […]
Let’s color the world in shades of peaceful white Not letting the crimson of blood water our children’s innocent lives The power of ”white” has never stopped fascinating me. The colour that contains the combination of all the colors of […]
Aainon ka koi kasur nahin, unmein apne hi photo hote hain……. Of course ,Bashir Badr sahib .Yet we like our mirrors ,ornately framed and squeakingly shiny. We wipe and dust them till they glisten and hope that they will show us […]
“Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? […]
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