A Child Was Washed Ashore Dead. A path through the shrine woods. A story I wrote in the sky. Dreamy sound of rain in June. Focused on the soft sound of rain. I was once sweet seven-teen. Let God be the judge of all things. Out for an evening walk. The soundless music of night. Too early for the lotus. 70 Years Ago, the War Ended.

To my very own self-hosted site. Who helped me set it all up for my 21st as a gift. Updates on my wonderful 21st birthday celebration will be posted there. So do check in! Am really looking forward to seeing all of you over at the new site. So yes, I shall see you lovelies over there.

The soliloquy of the river. Discernible in the silence of the night. Whispering age old secrets of. All writings on the riverside sand. Washed away by the waves. Treasured within the infinite flow. Offering solace to the future. Cherishing the memories of the past. Broken toys lying in the courtyard. The touch of those small fingers. श त ऋत क यह र त.

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Poetry, Travels, Sketches, Writings and a Sip of Inspiration with Passion. And a world of a temperament going mad. World, O World,. World of uninspiring words of poets.

Good to See You! Saluting India, My Motherland! August 15, 2015. Here is a wonderful poem by Swami Yogananda on our motherland, India. Sharing it on this 69th Independence Day with cheers and joy. Better than Heaven or Arcadia. I love thee, O my India! And thy love I shall give. To every brother nation that lives. God made the Earth;. But with unfound boundless love.

I was in one of those hopelessly pathetic post-breakup states where you are incapable of focusing on anything other than just how impossibly alone you are.

The Day it all Stopped. The day my heart stopped. Well it was the day of my brain. I was studying, full concentration. No thoughts of a futuristic lover. The day my heart stopped,. I was rational and I was wise. It was like a prize, given by this life. I needed my heart no longer. The day my heart stopped,. I was mean and selfish they say,. I was ready to fight and burn it all away. I made them cry,.

The lame demands is the thing. I am ironed out far from you. I am brown, now that I am away from you. You are in remorse that I know. Your cries do reach to me. I was angry only once before. Moisture above and the wind. Taking away life from within. I wither from the blossom that lies within. Shining silvery that I was. Powdery brown I have become. We will again be one! .