I do not know when I was born, my mother never told me, Time the ceaseless weaver does not know its beginnings. My sanguinity a creation of my ardor,…
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In the beginning was the song, Later world changed it to strife. We must go to work To quell stomach’s rebellion. Life is an awakened-dream, But the world…
Large dark tears rolled on her cheeks, But the world cannot read. Purpose of life confounds us, Its process eludes us. Why is life so difficult, A mysterious…
World is bemoaning Harold today for his virtue, Little knowing what he wanted from life and what he got, Life is a relentless dogfight for fairness, honor, and reward, But…
When in youth breath galloped, Life was a carnival of jocund moments. Ambition was the arrow we rode on, Into a sanguine nameless horizon. Success was a moody…
In the stillness of my being, I wonder why the world did not read my poetry. I belong to another age, another ethos, My identity a fake albatross I…
You were a flower who seemed to be ever in bloom, Your enigmatic smile, your quiet ways, Your consistency, your personal manner, Unmindful of the galleries, unpretentious contributions. In…
She emerged from the wavy and tranquil waters of the lake: Glistening, limpid, sanguine, It seemed that she had come for an interlude of fun, Not in any disappointment with…
The notoriety of Article 370, the legal framework that connects India with Jammu and Kashmir State (J&K) as a nation, has grown to a mythic level for its political implications…
How should one review this book whose author calls it an autobiography but which actually is a chronicle of his ideas on his innate spirituality seeking support of science? …