Life has moved ahead, From just sitting by the window pane, I want to show up my face to the rain !! I want to feel the breeze on my wet cheeks, I want to shiver with pleasure … the pleasure I seek!
Life has moved ahead, From just sitting by the window pane, I want to show up my face to the rain !! I want to feel the dribble of the raindrops on my skin Not as a fantasy or dream, but a moment in life, No this is not a passing whim!
Life has moved ahead, From just sitting by the window pane, I want to show up my face to the rain !!
I have been writing since I was in class five, and I have written (like many others) for myself and kept my writings hidden in the pages of my diary. After 10 years of office and family duties I finally brought the writer in me out of the closet and started sharing my writings on public forums. The first time I did so , my story was selected by Penguin Publishers and Mrs Sudha Murty and published in an anthology "Something Happened on the Way to Heaven". This encouraged me to share my works further. So here I am ...
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I