I scribbled the below lines while travelling in a bus from town to city, something I had not done for almost an year !*****************************************************************The dazzling Sun just chills out,And the dark clouds rule the sky,Everywhere the grass & ferns sprout,Wet is the Earth once dryFrom the Mountain once all bare,Water gushes into a ravine,It has … Continue reading The hail of rain
Home from school
I cherish the monsoon during the school days, it marked the beginning of the new academic year, new gear and the timeless fun in the rains.This poem is a tiny tribute to that golden chapter of childhood ...*****************************************************************They have got new pairs of shoes,New uniforms and new backpacks,All charged by the vacation booze,Filling the air … Continue reading Home from school
The goodness thrives
Nature has many good things to teach, good values to inculcate; the below lines are a summary of a very few of those !*****************************************************************I wish like the Wind be my Spirit,With eternal freedom bestowed,Wild & strong to take any hit,Cooling, merry and proudI wish like the Mountains be my character,With values that stand high and … Continue reading The goodness thrives
Raindrops are falling on my head
This isn't a typical rain-poem - I wrote it in bus when a few drops landed on my face while peeping out of the window. Raindrops - tiny particles forming a big event !Note : The last line of the poem (deliberately)coincides with the 1969 song by B.J Thomas with the same title.*****************************************************************In lakes,rivers & … Continue reading Raindrops are falling on my head
Ghost Rider
This poem is a faint attempt to depict my 'Ridosophy' (Riding + Philosophy) ...*****************************************************************Those unknown paths give a mystic call,It's tempting to find where they lead,The charm of the journey will never pall,To destinations I pay no heedI can't be burnt off by the scorching heat,My breath can't be choked by the dust spray,The mud … Continue reading Ghost Rider
Life is about being kinetic 