A dog has died, an Ode to Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Appreciation post! I usually don't sway from my cold style of writing poems and haikus but this one deserves every bit of freedom as it requires quite some describing for the work of art it is. It is a poem that has stayed close to me ever since I read it a few… Continue reading A dog has died, an Ode to Pablo Neruda

It's strange how when the clouds clear an impossible sky arises from horizons you never dreamt in your wildest hope filled dreams and a different light shines and you can breathe finally if not for a day, you might just be given that hour to savor clear skies

a night under shiny stars from a different sky

"Hey jude begin" sings the phone as water trickles down the high cliff drip drip drip from the inside of my short-shorts a strange night it is the sky looks quiet very quiet the usual family of stars bearing down facing me , bored in their daily routine of shining down at all of us… Continue reading a night under shiny stars from a different sky

an afternoon slumber’s dream

soft bristling dry leaves dance in the calm december breeze the cold of the morning has disappeared and a full fledged indian sun that is characteristic of any piece of land in India, be it summer , winter or rain blasts through confused weed grasses. the silent sounds of leaves falling down on the ground… Continue reading an afternoon slumber’s dream