Fingers that fly with swift brush strokes,As a marvellous painting comes to life;Words that tumble out on a blank page,A silent but potent expression of strife… Restless hands, carving delicately,Mighty monuments on a single grain…Feet that move like magic, landing swiftlylike thunderbolt or gently like a drop of rain… A face that can portray myriad…
Author: Soumya Bharathi
A mother\’s goodbye by Kasturi Patra #Bookreview
A single mother leaving her 3 minor children and vanishing… How can anyone resist a blurb like that?My curiosity got better of me and I immediately downloaded the book. But when I started reading, I just couldn\’t put it down and when I finished the book in a day(it\’s been ages since I finished any…
A Writer\’s Mindscape
A placeOn whose fertile landSprout ideas,From seeds of deep contemplation;Words ebb and flood,Sometimes flow like a gurgling stream..Narrative arcs enticeLike narrow flower-laden paths,Stretching till eternity….Birds of wisdom,Chirp and fly with abandon,From trees of knowledgeInto the vast expanseOf a unending creativity….The bare bones of characters,gather flesh, blood and motives;Conflicts strikeLike a bolt of lightning,Thoughts pour like…
Book review: \”Barking up the wrong tree\” by Eric Barker
If you thought self help books are boring, preachy tedious reads then this is the book to bust that myth. Written with great sense of humour, Eric Barker plays devil\’s advocate to turn every so called \”success formula\” on it\’s head, with help of scientific evidence. He also weaves numerous real life stories into his…
Mother Earth\’s Wild Child
A billion years ago in time, Mother earth was in her prime; Her womb was so nourishing and fertile, From it sprang life diverse with every mile.. The snow capped mountains stood tall in glory; The depths of the oceans told a different story.. From it’s waters emerged new life, Budding and blooming, bereft of…
Tomorrow\’s Light
Time flies as you watch by, faces change before you ask why; the person in your mirror is not a lie, but it hard not to wonder-\”oh, my my….\” Life plays a strange game, the only constant being your name… Watching helplessly as circumstances tame, praying wishfully to remain the same.. Change peeps in conceitedly…