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This arid desert, my heart.. waits for its monsoon; For those first few drops,of sweet nectar… For those shy glances, stolen kisses,friendly banter, silly dances.. Holding hands in small moments that hold on to you till eternity… For that first thunderstorm of unhindered passion.. Those magical touches ,crazy heartbeats..warm embraces, sweet kisses.. That feeling of yearning…
( Disclaimer:I am too amateur a poet;To even attempt writing a sonnet..So please pardon this flimsy attempt at rhyme;No match to Seth\’s verses- wonderful and sublime…) I picked up this book on a whim;It ended up shattering many a literary paradigm..An entire novel written in verse form!!With prose so rich that it has an innate…
I have always wondered why we consider sweet taste as superior to other tastes in general ( as I don\’t have a sweet tooth and have always had preference to sour/ salty/ spicy foods). This book not only answered that question for me but also gave me an idea about how we have come to…
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…
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…
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…
By all rights you should have been mine! Oh peaches and milk complexion, How you can transform me into a woman fine, Is never a point of contention! My academic excellence and sharp wit Always fall short of the glory… My sense of humour and intellect Never define my story My talent, virtues and compassion,…
“When kids have you, they don’t need added sugar, your words are like Honey” Dad teased Mom as her heart melted like Maple syrup…. “ But Sweetheart, yours are like cool melon, on a sunny day” Mom blushed beetroot red. “But nothing like Granny’s love; pure and comes organically, like a dollop of jaggery” son…
I overcame your evil with my good, Narrowly escaping my grave, I shakily stood… You lured me in my teenage; For, I wanted to look “cool” in college.. I puffed you in every cranny and nook, Until like a furious chimney I began to look; My fetish turned into addiction full blown, Of self-destruction, the…
Malati woke up with a start. The cold winds were blowing through the window. As she went to shut them, warm rays of the setting sun gave the room an orange glow. Leaving the windows open she sat on the bed looking at the mesmerizing play of colours in the evening sky. Her reverie was…