Seductive antic in her eyes, Portentous as impassioned night, Her wet-parted lips disguise, Desire manifesting delight. Her voice imbued with stirring joy, Tremulous as the falling rain, Now flirtatious, now acting coy, Each chalice fills with song again. Shaken as a well mixed drink, She moves in a rhythmic vortice, Like a sassy wedge of lime or pink Cherries on a clink of ice. ...

On the first day, the setting sun, carelessly tossed a handful of vermilion onto the under-carriage of a truant cloud. The cumulo-nimbus obligingly wedded the first snowbound peak it bumped into in a glorious ritual of "sindoor daan". Amorphous snow, softened by the piety of a sincere, albeit recalcitrant lover, fell in hushed wonder on the demur mountaintops. After that there was no more beauty. The one word which should have come to his mind, and which his sister-in-law, with charac...

Perhaps my sub conscious just needs to be identified with Mr. Top G. Cruise. Maybe I wish for an attractive instructor to ask me too whether my parents disapproved of me when they named me what they did. It is possible that James Dean has an agenda and would continue his protestations till there is a crash. Rebel. Maverick. Anti-establishment, a statement-maker, the anti-blogger. For various reasons that is how I have started out. This is how it happened. A certain lady, whom I ha...

Two notes of the Chord, that’s our full scope, But to reach the Chord is our life’s hope , And to name the Chord is important to some , So they give it a word, and the word is ......AUM. ~ Moody Blues