She takes both happiness and sorrow in her stride and she remains silent without a murmur so far nobody knows what is in store for her in life
One who is close now would have been stranger once Tears of sorrow would have been tears of happiness once The dry river bed now would have been a flowing river once
Silence is always steady This life is by the god’s grace Even though none has touched or seen him Mere feeling of his presence is like emitting sweet fragrance of flowers
speak out from your mind listen to your mind decide whom to be your partner don’t worry about what people comment you dress up in bridal attire to be a dream girl to him You and only you know whether you deserve to get him
I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled