It’s time to run through the fingers again, Time to bid goodbye to mercy and cruelty to rain, Lover is done and the kid is taken care of, ...
It’s time to run through the fingers again, Time to bid goodbye to mercy and cruelty to rain, Lover is done and the kid is taken care of, ...
It turned out to be, yet again a yawning day in the office coming to an end propelling to almost no mental satisfaction. Tired and high on t...
As I sit on the roadside, Sipping the tea that is sweet; excessively, There goes the siren board, For the change to happen, Amid it, my thou...
So, I saw them; four of them! Call them writers, poets, philosophers or juggler of words – be my guest. Or you could call them the tiny ver...
June 15h as it was, the night started turning a little cold and gave the feeling of respite (really?). The silence of the mood inside was wa...
Two months and five days is not that big a break from blogging; or is it? Anyhow the gap has been there and as is obvious in every writing s...
It was during monsoons that this 7 year old boy first got hold of a cartoon book. That lady with a big nose, wrinkle faced uncle, a duck wit...
For it was a beautiful evening, however, the night seemed long and hard to pass by. An evening nap cursed me enough and made sure that I wou...
We go through constructional and at times destructive phases of life and by phases I don’t mean the age factor. What I mean is the mental st...
So here we are, sitting in the corner, Trying to refurbish few moments, For betterment, as it stands, as we believe as we want… Acting like ...