Behind the clouds Has risen the sun Waking up the birds And the silent heart. Little gestures of love, That you always show Heaven is where fairies stay Home is the same with you. Daily chores to coffee sips You’re always beautiful, Football matches…
When the world sleeps down, lovers ignite the night. Its like beginning of a new day. Read on for a wonderful poem…
Forgot to water the plants today; thank God for the gorgeous weather here (and that I had watered them yesterday), they were still hale and hearty.
How I wish to end the day on a “High” note, but instead turned on the air conditioner and slept peacefully, still thinking of how I wished to watch a movie or two over popcorns.
I could imagine the drunker stupor kicking in, dance music playing with disco lights, then transgressing to psychedelic rock. And I would feel “Comfortably Numb”.
Staying true to my words albeit little (quite) late, here’s a beautiful poem for the wonderful person (otherwise known as The Higher Authority). Work held me up, or maybe I’m a Lazy Lad, and it’s quite evident to you, so bear with me. It’s…
I may have tried to “man-up” bidding you farewell even though it’s for a week, as I write this, tears start to make their way out, force themselves out in the open. Been together for the last 15 months through thick and thin, it…
बेटा, तुम तो गयो
We have a pact; the higher authority takes all the small decisions- things to buy, things to cook , finance related and all while I take all the big decisions- like should the country impose this law? Where are we going with the financial crunch in the country and how do we tackle them and all
Perks of having (a) higher authority. In case you have more than one, may God save you. Or maybe even he won’t be able. Being commanded by more than one will be like different strings pulling you in different directions with different forces. And…
Every step has to be a careful one, every breathe has to be calculated, and thousands of thoughts cross the mind at what might have been wrong, or to be correct, where I might have been wrong. Somewhere sometime something in the past has to do with this. Something deep forgotton in the sands of time, something you would have
“You are under arrest”, said the police officer. “You are guilty”, said my darling. “Anything you say or do will be used against you in court of law. You can hire a lawyer and if not, one will be provided to you”….
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