Again, After the Rains

They have a plan in place, in tune with Nature’s varied moods, and follow a ritual, I often wondered why. … More

Thoughts Unbound

The loud rhythm of the falling rainawakens me,as I lie in bed in the wee hours,warmly snuggled,engulfed in the tranquillityof … More

The crunchy red leaves, the rustling breeze beckon to me as I lazily lie, ensconced in the silence of a … More

Opening the blindsof the kitchen window,looking out into the yard,I let the golden rays bathe my spaceas the story unfolds.A … More

Invisible to the naked eyeLovingly nestled in the chambersof my heart,I have preserved those yarns.The strands that strongly bindthe pearls … More

Rising up from a sleepy earthJammed with worriesthat flood the banks:this and that and many more.The gray strands getting grayerby … More

A silent winter morning,The fag end of the yearThe aroma of freshly brewed coffeeAnd my thoughts.I gather them.Yet another year … More