Death is a Lonely Work; Be not Afraid

I believe in God in a world that has decreasingly started unbelieving in an abstract concept that is God; the abstraction being the difficulty to comprehend anything that is beyond concrete forms because to know the abstract people require more time, intelligence, emotions and hope. To let go of God is easier than to find

Complaint of A Deprived Rain Lover

There is something over my house,that doesn’t like the rain,lest I shall be happy as a peacock. Winds blow stronger and strongest,pushing away the clouds from southto the farthest of north. A thunder,a single thunderand that is all I get of the feeling,of something that would be rain. I am deprived more and most deprived,as

Memories of My Beloved called Rain

A hundred times and many more, I would always, always choose to sit idle alone on a bench looking across a stretch of grassland making sounds like rubbing palms against each other. On somedays may be a river bank bench and a green river full of plankton, moss and algae and the orange sun about

Wings Made of Margarita

Have you ever seen newly done nail extensions on someone ? It was a scorching day and the sun had bloomed right on our heads. The city was burning and air conditioners were screaming for mercy of their 24h services. She walked into the coffee shop at the end of the alley between our apartments-

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Our Mangoes are Ready for Summer

My neighbour’s mango tree is large and full only with leaves and flowers; not yet with fruits. I watch it often from my study window: and on the day of the storm- on a sun less sky. And the very next day most flowers have fallen to the ground. but slowly as summer creeps in

Trans-Travelling

The train started riding towards south; towards my city every moment since it departed the station. It was an early morning train and my eyes were red with sleep deprivation. The sun has not risen yet. It is too early for pedestrians on the sidewalk or farmers on their field. I looked up at the

● CLOUD ABODE with Wordsworth Tagore and More Thoughts ●

I had taken this picture last week while walking by a tea garden although I cannot remember what was so special about this scene that made me click it. Past couple of days have been extra hot. May be that is the reason I am writing on “clouds” tonight. I recollect a lesson from a

Where is Simplicity?

On a warm summer night I ponder upon an infinitely inexplicable concept- Simplicity. What is Simplicity ? Can it be defined as Down to Earthness? How does it feel like to be Down to the Earth ? I recall one such bare feet walk over hilly stairs, crossing a stream and later coarse bitumen. I

Where is Peace ?

If someone asks me why I love mountains so much, it is hard to tell. The reason can be many and also nothing at the same time. One thing I love about Hills and Mountains is it’s silence. Mornings are quite and nights are carressed by a unique inevitable silence. Although if you stand at