This entry was posted in Bombay Diaries. City of Bhuj from the top of Pragmahal Palace. Still trying to understand who is more surprised! Almost 15 kms of straight road with farm lands on both sides. National Highway Passing through a small town of Nakhtrana. That taste of tea made of Goat milk. One hundred miles of solitude. This entry was posted in Experience. This entry was posted in Photoblog.

MISCELLANEOUS WORK ON SOME ALPHABETS! SUROOR OF THE SOUL. Her eyes had become lifeless,. Like a stone ,she stood unmoved, the life of iris had. Yet flowed from the depths of heart and soul. She was a mother, a wife or a daughter,. Her voice deafened in screams of the martyr,. That was less in dinner.

Metaphysics , a latest branch of science, speaks on such topics but tries to find logical reasoning behind the same. If the body is dead, then does the soul die? .

I am a simple person and passionate about writing poetry. My poetry basically represents the pain of the society and its characteristics. एक उत तर द जव ब रद द कर. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Twitter account. Notify me of new comments via email.

I try to swim,. Like a web woven with fine threads. Like a deck of cards fall. While staging like a palace. Monday, 19 January 2015. Reside I in the intricate motifs of your palm. Invisible which are to naked eyes. Sometimes present in the fragrance of. Often amidst the maze of. My presence thus confined to. Intrinsic charm of your hands. As destined, I am.