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I started my blog with a prayer to Muse on Jan 7, 2008. I wanted my 100th post to be special... special to me. Though I call my scribbles poems, I love to read poems from a old poetry collection of mine.Porphyria's lover by Robert Browning is the one I go to, when I am distressed, when I am...
The sleepless nights I had then, I had something to dream about, Hope waiting at the end of the tunnel, The life I loved, waiting out there to live. I had known, the dreams won't last, Not forever, not for a score, Yet, I hoped my hope won't desert, Now that it did, I stopped to think. The sleepless nights I have now, I have nothing to dream...
I wish to keep turning pages, One page every day, I will pen a line on every page, It will start with your name and End with yours, Everything in between is our story of love. The pages may age, My hands may wither, The writing shaky, Your name scrawled, But, I will continue Till the last page...
My eyes are the screen for you to watch.. Thousands of emotions playing for you You might see or you may miss, But, it's there for you to see.. They are bereft of curtains, Except when I tear up, Amidst the droplets, You are welcome to watch.. The million expressions, Whether angry or happy They speak to you About...
A tale of two women, who were obsessed about Krishna, the yadhu kula prince. Govindha and Kesava, as he is fondly called, is followed by the cows and calves, his hair is adorned with Peacock feathers and plays venu, his flute. The magical music risen from his flute envelops everyone and make them forget everything but the...
Mission complete!
