I looked at the night’s dark sky With the twinkling stars above, The magic they play to the eye Left me mesmerised. The Milky Way And the Great Bear; The shooting star And the pole star; All play their parts, Singing glory to God And all His creations, Proving His existence, Showing beauty in truth And truth in beauty.
Lover of Beauty and observer of Life. Open and frank. I believe that life is a journey where we find so many crossroads and our life depends on which road we take.Studied Post Graduation in English Literature from North Eastern Hill University (NEHU).Works for an Organization that promotes Livelihood options for the underprivileged society, especially in the rural areas.
The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken
Women can hold up half the sky Thousand dreams rests in her eye Her heart is a fabric of emotions Where each thread is made up of love,joy and pure determination. Confidence and courage run through her veins, She is
I saw her snow capped mountains, Her fields of purest gold, Her cup runs over, All nature has no hold I saw her mighty rivers, Heard her oceans roar Stood in awe and wonderment, As if never seen before Her
…So. I said: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible being real, it is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player, it is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist, it
I’ll teach you how to read How soft the pages feel underneath your rough fingertips I’ll teach you how to play the violin, How music reveals what’s been hidden for years I’ll teach you how to braid your hair To