Wretched marigolds peeved at the rudeness of the garden turned yellow Silly roses angered at the heat of women burning red Despicable tulips shrunk at the thought of men going lean Pitiful daffodils laughing unamused at clouds gone berserk!
Red and black ants swarming the chipped bark of the mango tree that rests on the ground. It rained all last night. I pick up this piece of disowned wood and see that it is in shreds and has been rotting while lying untouched on the way. Thanks to all the rain and absence of… Read More The Earliest Memories-2
A Character I marvel how Nature could ever find space, For so many strange contrasts in one human face; There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom, And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction… Read More A Character
Wanted to share this poem I was reminded of this evening. What I find adorable about this one is its amazing ability to force us to listen to all the various sounds that the brook makes on its way to join the brimming river. Who says sounds and sights are best captured on high-definition digital… Read More Sounds
You paint all those sights which are worthy of being called a feast for the senses of a thrill deprived joy gatherer. Center staged and firmly seated on the throne of the universe, you rule all romance and reason. The whites, the blues, the greens and the blacks connive and plot and fume and never… Read More Red