I grabbed my pen,Tried but failed.Six months later,On a solitary night,That radiant sunset,Etched in my mind,Loomed and whispered,‘Pen me, try again.’
Revelation
They had an innovative idea,on this special day they would bring out the skeletons from their closets, if there were any. Aparajita reminded her friends of their plan.
A Collection
I sing to her in suppressed whisper,Encouraged by her speechless adulation,My pleasure cup is full to the brim,No more sadness, no more gloom.
Satkaribabu
Since his loss of job, though at an old age, from my father’s office, he had become a regular visitor to our house. And by the family and the generation I come from, guests have always been treated like gods.
