Thoughts and words, When they join in a covalent bond, A beautiful compound called, Poetry is born. The nature, rains and experiences, Act as catalyst In the experiment with the styles, And the mood of the poet. The calm and quiet...
Poetry
Memorable Days
Those sultry summer vacation days, When all cousins got together And played throughout the day. None cared about rest or food, As playing was the only thing good. At the evening fell, and birsa retreated, We, the hungry mortals dragged ourselves, Into the...
Better Late Than Never
Better late than never goes the adage, Realizing that, oh! Indeed, it takes time. It was all lovely, like a fairy tale, For the coy and young bride. She enjoyed the new phase of life, Lest she knew, it melted fast like ice cream. The small pebbles...
An Ode to Papyrus
Born in China, You became a globetrotter. You are an artist's delight, And a writer's pal. You carried words soaked In love and hatred. You were a witness, To several treaties too. Pacts were signed on your surface, And remained...
Bibliobibuli
He was called a snob, As he failed to make friends. He seldom spoke, And preferred to stay alone. He chose library Over any party, His parents worried, That his life would be empty. He reassured them, That he wasn't alone. And welcomed them, To...
Utopia
Universal brotherhood, Tireless help from all over, Open minded thinking, Peace, that prevails, In every waft of air. Ah! Ain't such a world beautiful? Alas! Utopia it is. Imagine, a day in such a world, Where fearlessly roams, Our mind and soul. Alas!...
Memory Planks
As I stepped through those gates, Memories flooded my mind. I waded my way through them, And reached my destination, the room. The classroom, empty though, Echoed the laughter and cries. The wooden benches remained intact, With the...
Past – Present – Future
Bygones, Are bygones, Sans our control. Future, That's yet To be seen Is Not in Our control too. So Why worry About all those, Just Live in The current world, Where, We can Sculpt our future From The lessons Learnt...
Trunk of Pride
The uniform neatly pressed, With the corners sharp on touch. Few books and certificates, And photographs of family and God, Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk, With his name inscribed in white, Brought tears to his parents eyes, Even though their hearts...








