This is a poem about two star crossed lovers- the dew and its leaf. The dew shall return every night even if it has to fall in the morning light.
Thoughts of a healing heart, a depressed soul, a worn out ship caught in a tempest....
If you have played the game of snakes and ladder, does it not feels aweful to be bitten by the serpent on number 99?When you are so close to winning and you gotta begin again. I see life as a game of snakes and ladders. All these numbers are different milestones, the stairs are the … Continue reading Snakes and Ladders : the Game of Life
Mumbai, my soul, my breath , my love. Today I have completed 3 years in Mumbai, the city of dreams where you can do anything or be anything. There is a constant rush, an unrest, an urgency that sets your system into motion with your heart throbbing and your emotions regurgitating. There is a desire … Continue reading Mumbai…my love