The air crisp clear, the rain washed view, the sun bundled in a blanket of clouds wondering whether to make the morning come through. A storm brewed through the night till twilight. The wind whirled through the channels at menacing pace. The glass doors rattled, keeping me awake through it all. Aah! the might of... Continue Reading →
बसंत की बारिश
उस तानाशाह सूरज को तुम अपने वश में कर लेते हो, बादल अपने आलिंगन से तुम, सूखी वसुधा को तर लेते हो। घनघोर घटा, मदमस्त हवा, हरियाली झूम लहलहा उठी नीर, नदी सब कह रहे, तुम धारा की संजीवनी। कुछ बूँदें अब बरसा दो तुम अल्हड़ बसंत निहाल हो सर्द हवाओं की मार के बाद... Continue Reading →
A Note To Myself, from the Nearly Forty Me!
It has been sometime before I actually scribbled something on paper. I am a morning person. I am also nocturnal most of the times; one can say I am borderline insomniac. Morning is important for me. I love to see the sunrise and that is the time I usually sit with my laptop and write.... Continue Reading →
Through The Coloured Glass 