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Poetic Drought 11 Jun 2013 | 04:40 pm
As monsoons to the parched earth So to Soul A Poem After a long summer of Poetic Drought.
Poetic Drought 11 Jun 2013 | 04:40 pm
As monsoons to the parched earth So to Soul A Poem After a long summer of Poetic Drought.
Bus Ride to Hell. 18 Dec 2012 | 04:01 pm
I am relieved : It was not me - Who took a ride to Hell On a curtained ,White Bus with red seats and a Torture cabin where lurked Beasts wearing masks of men . Where the dirty ,misshapen hag of ...
Bus Ride to Hell. 18 Dec 2012 | 04:01 pm
I am relieved : It was not me - Who took a ride to Hell On a curtained ,White Bus with red seats and a Torture cabin where lurked Beasts wearing masks of men . Where the dirty ,misshapen hag of Evil...
Complain against Planes. 24 Nov 2012 | 01:33 pm
Some like the plane Some like the Train Airport dashers can never understand Why some old fashioned folks travel by land . Why would anyone commit the Crime Of not lopping off Travel Time. Much ha...
Complain against Planes. 24 Nov 2012 | 01:33 pm
Some like the plane Some like the Train Airport dashers can never understand Why some old fashioned folks travel by land . Why would anyone commit the Crime Of not lopping off Travel Time. Much ha...
ICU-I 24 Nov 2012 | 01:32 pm
The beds in Neuro ICUs have creatures who used to be people in their earlier lives .Now they are locked in a sick world . If they could get up and speak what would they ask for ? खुदाया ये तार-तार नफ...
ICU-II 24 Nov 2012 | 01:32 pm
There is no morning ,noon or night Life is measured by Blimps and beeps on a screen - Fluorescent is the only Constant.
धूप . 24 Nov 2012 | 01:31 pm
धुआं -धुआं सा हट गया है आज कोहरा छट गया है। सफर था जो कंटीला, दुरूह चलते-चलते कट गया है। कुछ लिख के ,कह के,सुन के दर्द बिखर या बँट गया है। कुछ सह के ,कुछ नदी सम बह के - गए अँधेरे : सूरज फिर से...
From the diary of my Mother. 24 Nov 2012 | 12:08 pm
Windows are my desire to have a piece of the Sky a shaft of Golden Light Air - to ventilate the dark nooks and crannies of my cloistered mind Curtains (white,starched) are my need to shut out the worl...
