Why do you blog? HappinessThey say isGratification of a desireI desire to writeI feel happyWhen I writeWhen you like,What I post.I feel happyWhen I am connected with youthrough words and feelingsI feel happyWhen I feel happyI write moreAnd I love thisVirtuous cycle May I spiral And soarOn thisHappy twistedUnendingBean stalkAll the way Beyond the blueContinue reading “Reason to Blog”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Street Food
Eating on the streetEven the full moon came downCheap, yet so tasty
Hello Mr Postman!!
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses. I decided to interview the Mailman. I thought it would be better to get a neutral and external perspective. “Hey, Mailman”, I said.“Hi” was a cold response.“Did I say something wrong?”, I said defensively. WonderingContinue reading “Hello Mr Postman!!”
Path to Sunrise
Perplexed
How are you feeling right now? Perplexed – Wondering what to write 😁
Third step ends me
The whole world is lessFor just three steps of wisdomThe third step ends me #haiku #onam
The Joy of Giving
The joy is in givingFor what else is prosperity?The purpose is to provideFor what else do we own?Smile that I bringThe blessing that I gain I reap the harvestOf the seeds that I have sownFor this day we celebrateThe greatest giverNot the conqueror of the worldBut the conqueror of the very ownlet’s revel on theContinue reading “The Joy of Giving”
Now
What’s your favorite time of day? NOW
Moving road stretch
The moving roadtake the swaying trees alongI watch rootedThrough the unmoving windowof the speeding car And a racing mindI watch As they move pastBehind, to the pastTo the road I travelledOn this speeding carAnd a wishful heartI watchthe views I hadand the destinations I have travelled beyondOn this speeding carAnd the ambitious eyesThere, I knowTheyContinue reading “Moving road stretch”
The moon I could touch
If there was a moonI could touchWould I feel the rockOr the shining affectionAs a touch downOn the desolate surface Would I seek the rocksOr the serene connectionOn the side which is darkPerpetually in the nightWould I flash the first lightAnd see my own reflectionA part of me stays thereBreathing, where there is no airFeelingContinue reading “The moon I could touch”
My Tales Within 