"When do you know you love someone?", and the answers burst forth...
A major moment of self-discovery during a late night walk in Manhattan
A poem about tragic love conceived on the sands of the Marina in Chennai
Day after day, we chance upon new people, in class, at work, on the subway. They are but ghosts, for we do not know them nor they us. Most do not elicit more than a glance. Strangers can be said to possess a certain invisibility. We may see faces and bodies attached to them but … Continue reading Poets Anonymous
Trains chug, tug and roll Over tracks glistening...
Three trains, 190 rupees, 700 odd kilometers and one frugal traveller!
Rustic scenes from a rustic town. My mode of travel for weeks to come! The ring of the bell, the groaning wheels, The creaky brakes and jumpy seat, The lapping waves on the sand, The salty sea breeze, combine In an orchestra churning a rustic rhapsody.