Rambles, Rhymes and Tales

Here we are, you and I, the road ahead long and winding, My sun was up, hours ago, yours – ...

get your chiffon saree, said my friend durga whom you may know if you're a regular at writersbrew, and jhumkas ...

I had heard these words as the title of a song on a radio channel, on Father's day, 2 years ...

यूँ चलते चलते जब नज़र ऊपर उठी एक अलग ही दुनिया मुझको दिखी विपरीत और विभिन्न, स्वच्छ और निर्मल नीला ...

i am not so ready to let you go to heaven today stay a while won't you even if we ...

dilli to agra to buy some nagra mini kitsch taj, it's my raj marble so white, gems in flight you ...

again a clamour for its return starts. and now i am older, even if not wiser, and i must see ...

 Is the glass half full or is it half empty? From person to person, the answer will vary Just so ...

I was 25 back in the day, when my parents, like any other Indian parents, were ready to get me ...

A few days back I received a parcel. It wasn't delivered by the courier boy nor was it a delivery ...

the sea writes its own poetry the breeze doesn't care, it sings essays drift by on falling leaves petals wither ...

Something in the giggles of a little girl Sends all worries into a twirl Something in her wonderful smile Soothes ...

P.G. Wodehouse would often say it's damn difficult to know where to begin a story from. Go too far behind and ...

out there somewhere is a river not yet named a mountain slowly rising no eyes upon it still, no sense ...

Come, run away with me Far away, further than the eye can see Across meadows of mustard Skip through thorny rose ...

i took these pictures when i went to the kitchen for my second helping this afternoon. i looked at the ...

"I don't see what's so difficult to understand. This is my spot in the line and you need to stand ...

Whether you are professor Atkin looking upon John Galt, Francisco D' Anconia, Ragnar Danneskjöld (from Atlas Shrugged, the book you ...

i have never been able to walk past that day and put flowers in a vase filled with crystal clear ...

is it really you in those pictures there? pluto, the tiny one far far away in the belt of kuiper ...

looks like it’s going to rain you say nimbus grows dense between the spaces between the cells and rills and ...

indi's index go away, for i don't have the hard heart to kill you off with lethal injection or deadly ...

you fold the covers and swish the hour away as you walk to the door not once do you turn ...

Vivid dreams, seethe tenderly A lore of love, for you and me Blades of grass, that branch with a swing Fluttering ...