Image: Erika Snyder The gift of the verses is a slient curse,It can take you from places that are bad to worse,I bleed my heart through the ink of my pen,People shower praises,it’s my moment,but then; The moment just passes,I […]
Image: Indian Skyscraper Blog I remember the times in the then BombayWhen my brothers and I spent lazy afternoonsIn our backyard garden, with a comic or a story book,Under the canopy of the majestic mango tree. WhileMy brothers glibly perched […]
I still remember the rhymes of the moon,And the secret wishes of growing up soon.Trying at times to be the amateur dad, Tiny feet in dad’s big shoes made me glad.Mom’s lipstick all over the face,Hiding behind the curtain not […]
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