My Father – A Poem

If I have to write a poem about my father it has to be about integrity and kindness — the selfless kind of kindness that is so very rare I am sure there will be many people living somewhere who must be as kind as him but what I mean to say is I have…

The Things Do Change

It does not matter what the people say the time changes and many things change the weather for example and flow of a river the months and the years the flowers die and the dreams too the love does not last forever and the people change it does not matter what the people say the…

AFTER

  I thought I would die of aching heart, of hollowness inside, of sorrows that inhibited my heart and wouldn’t go away.   I thought I would die of pain, of longing, of loneliness of thousand little memories that I visited day after day.   I thought I would die of despair, the despair of…

DRAGONFLY

    Is not it amazing how it carries its body, the colour of deep ocean with wings as light and thin as silk and flies from leaf to leaf and how it adores the green grass, the trees, the flowers, the morning sun, the summer wind and how it cherishes its short, humble life…

Confessions of a first-time writer

  It’s been a month since I finished writing my first book and I’m still in vacation mode: plenty of library, bookstores visits, and once again, I’m on a reading spree. Although writing definitely was fun, it took out the biggest pleasure out of my life-cut my reading time to almost nil. I hated that…