HOUSES AND ROOMS
Fathers, husbands, brothers, How well they tell you Their house is all yours
Poetry from the heart.
Fathers, husbands, brothers, How well they tell you Their house is all yours
A large, a tiny, a fast, a slow, These drops come down to the ground below, Like blessings from the…
muse of imagination- flirtatious yellow butterfly Prarthana Mudai is a Research Scholar and a Hobbyist Photographer. The Haiku has been…
I sit waiting breathlessly for the twilight skies And for the music of the deuri piper That floats across the…
Scribbling on a new notebook Is like beginning life afresh. New notebooks have always attracted me –
Don’t give that look because I’m used to it or you can say it hardly bothers me. Why me, why…
Every time I see my country I dream of many things Think of our freedom, That many died to bring
She is a girl, more precious than a pearl; Soft and gentle, beautiful and mild: She gives much and expects…
I was taught that I come from dust and to dust I must go. No longer do I care-
All the pictured moments are scattered all around me. All the perfect moments are lost in the darkness. Memories of…
Gone away are you, away from me, In search of an inexplicable something; Dispersed are those moments, dispersed with time-