Escaping through the traverse of the ever flourishing mustard field, her tired soles no more feel the rough texture of the rolling dry...

Let the waves surge the tides too shall move on with time, as strings of the sitar are pulled through, the images of reverie break apart;...

I will not sleep for hundred years for the raging soul aspires to be poetry of your endless nights a dreamer of your dreams. I will not...

Dear D, For a long time, I couldn't open your pages, lest I fill them with unpleasant memories. I want your pages to be filled with hope...

"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways" ---Rumi I never knew I would write. But ever since I remember, I have...

Dear D, I have often come across a thought, a particular one in fact. With age, this thought is gradually turning into a realization....