(Note: Move the music sound icon in the music box above to the beginning of the track.) Great songs are only a few in every region of the…
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Today we feel hard to describe you, But we remember your quiet ways, Muted charm, soft love, Tough silent determination. When you were a bubbling buxom baby, The joy…
Whether to review the book, The Last Queen of Kashmir, by Rakesh K. Kaul, or not, that is the question? Reviewing it would have been a natural exercise for me,…
There is no music that I can find, Sky looks forlorn, And air feels stationary, Emptiness has pitched a camp. Maybe sorrow is the reality, Joys only a punctuation…
When in the throes of pain and rough life, I often go for a walk near my home, The path is secluded, And only walkers inhabit it Today I…
She sat on the beach like a timeless sculpture, Finished and smooth, silent and serene, An icon and an emotion, Flash of beauty, reservoir of love. She moved through…
Remember when you stopped talking with me many years ago, Nights became nightmarish and days struggled to survive, The lust of love seemed an illusion, Pain became a…
He was glued to phone awaiting her call: If she needed him to help her during post-surgery, The weather was nasty, The roads were treacherous over the hilly terrain. …
Raj was an enigmatic personality. At the surface quiet and shy but internally seething with aggressiveness and ambitiousness. His brain seemed to work faster than a jet engine. But perhaps…
A book is a solemn effort by its author to present its subject in full gamut and arrive at the judicious and full conclusions on the problems presented by it,…