Long day unwindstired limbs dragWeary eyes burni feel the fire walking in the woodtowards the sunsetleaves crumble beneath my feeti feel the earth taller than the treesrays paint my face goldenbreeze ruffle my curlsi feel the air staying still and calmfeet dipped in the flowcool till the souli feel the water the skin is shedandContinue reading “The elements – That’s me”
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Which one is the truth…?
Ridhesh and Meghna have always been the travelling types. Any travel was an opportunity for them to move out of the program codes on their computer screens and into the real world. Both had graduated together from NIT with BTech with majors in Computer Science. Making conversations with people they meet and living the customsContinue reading “Which one is the truth…?”
Who Cares… Who’s Real?
We heard Laila o Laila play on the FM. As the drums did the rolls Me and my daughter play our ‘guess who’ game. “Do you know… Who is the drummer?”, I ask. “I don’t know”, she says “It’s ‘Amjad Khan’ I answer, to score a point. But she says that’s only in the movieContinue reading “Who Cares… Who’s Real?”
Turmoil of flavour
Sweet and tangy competing for flavour turmoil in the buds taste reigns supreme Second only to ‘eating together’
The taste of the moment
The skillet of cast iron Harness the heat ingredient blend in proportion spices sinking deep Each bit done for the craving mouth nothing goes waste expressed on the grateful tongue That we know as the taste Taste lies not in the fire That heats Nor in the skillet That suffers the heat Nor in theContinue reading “The taste of the moment”
Always young – my father, my friend
The man of details Full of imagination always thinking always young The best is not enough For the seeker of best always new Always young The myths imagined or created Story teller recreates the epics Always spectacular Always young Deligent and meticulous Order, is the purpose Always neat Always young Unwilling to share worries ButContinue reading “Always young – my father, my friend”
Roses are Red
Warm as a rose Beyond the seen, in Red Unseen is the glow
Amma (mother)
For her, life is people, In her priorities She comes last Her heart does the thinking, She feels for all, Her own feelings come last Her memories are us Her messages, sometime remind us to remember Her ownself?? she forgets fast She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake Each one’s likings comes first HerContinue reading “Amma (mother)”
Inheritance
The rubber tried to hold on to the tar, but it was a losing battle. The speed was too high and time too less. Umesh was distracted by the message on the mobile as he executed the turn on the hilly serpentine road to Manali. Swathi slept peacefully as many events crowded into the lastContinue reading “Inheritance”
My Tales Within 