Futile! That’s what they will call my life When reading from scrolls to hapless men Who must learn of ancient history To understand now. But I loved every moment Of my fingers on Amba’s waist And Ambalika’s as I dragged them To their destiny. Why not? I was … Continue Reading Bhishma in a moment of self pity
I’m reinventing poetry here. Poetry has been called many things….one of those things is dying art. Is it really? It is what makes the world goes round, what makes people sing….in this blog I’ll discuss poetry and showcase my works…..there are many plans in the making. Hope you enjoy the … Continue Reading Poets of the world…..