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Ah! it’s February / Like everyone’s in hurry / And where are you / It’s February, when love flew Sweet Smell of February ——————————— Sand soaked fragrance Few first drops of rain bringth, Sweet smell of February joyance For rivulets of your touch longeth, The feeling’ in your eyes color Whilst enmeshing my thoughts, delve [...]

It happened one mourning…. Still vividly remember, how we woke up to the Sunday morning telecast on February 1, 2003 exactly 8 years ago, relaying hazy details of the crash of space shuttle Columbia, a much hyped morning turned to griped mourning. And that the debris scattered, sky high but right above us along Texas [...]

It’  that time of the year again Saying adios to all that was #2010 The good, the bad, and the ugly Locked and stowed into memory #Como #Estas #Amigos n #Amigas Passing the baton to #2011, en-mass Looking forward to unwind Close encounters of the ‘different’ kind #pK Timeline: December, 2010 Location: Bangalore, India P.S. Fill [...]

The song, following / Is translated from Hindi version / Off album, ‘Tanha Dil’ meaning / ‘Lonely Heart’ by singer Shaan / Poetic Translations – Forget it… —————————————— Who hath earned anything by shedding tears Gotcha, its so easy to utter but hard to follow Take a chance, oh! my buddy in tatters Heed to [...]

There’s so much more to say When you are in love Tongue-tied, words taken away Pretty much sums up, above? Love, I found… ——————– While reflecting over morning’s soft air I cry a phantasmagoric chortle, The flare melds my daystar’s soul Brightly burns, the joyous wind’s calm. From the blue shadows, a whisper renews, Softly [...]

Title originale Left obscure for finale Guess, what could be the title? Namesake, Ode to free spirits recital Poetic Critiques – ———————————————- Oh, humanity! catechize not about me; If I lay the truth, heed thy appeal reverential, Thy world would go on a misconstrued spree, To nail my ego, vilify my soul quintessential. When few [...]

Ralph Waldo Emerson opines about Love and Poet with his poetry “Test of the poet is knowledge of love, For Eros is older than Saturn or Jove; Never was poet, of late or of yore, Who was not tremulous with love-lore.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. “Casella,” May-Day and Other Pieces (1867). [...]

There you go, epiphanies Those were the days Now they are memories They come back in mini.droves Hola! 4*** Polk street —————————— Switchin’ lights off the nights Stamping out boredom and trites Makes me nostalgic High without a rhetoric Days have rolled by Miles have taken a sigh Tonight makes me revisit The street, 4*** [...]