Without Rhyme or Reason
There’s no rhyme in waiting,
no reason in hoping—
yet I still do both.
Maybe that’s what love is—
something that refuses to fit into rhyme or reason. Continue reading Without Rhyme or Reason
There’s no rhyme in waiting,
no reason in hoping—
yet I still do both.
Maybe that’s what love is—
something that refuses to fit into rhyme or reason. Continue reading Without Rhyme or Reason
Some of you are sparkling gems;
Glimmering with joy in the magical den.
Some of you are like bittersweet dream;
I wish to fade like mist in a stream. Continue reading Memories
जैसे एक-एक धागे का हो आपसे संपर्क;
मिलता है इससे स्नेह बिना किसी शर्त | Continue reading पापा की कमीज़
“Pen is mightier…” everyone says and believes;
My mettle is proven that everyone agrees. Continue reading Pen to a Pencil
Always wondered about Nature’s marvel,
Whether a chivalrous man or some pretty damsel.
I now know for sure it’s a stunning dame,
As it loves dressing up and adores the fame. Continue reading Nature through my eyes