The poem describes in simple words a child's fantasy of the wild yet beautiful sea
Where did we come from? What is life? What is there in future?
Who is Velantra?
We must believe in something good
An Indian love story- the concluding part
This is dedicated to Sharmishtha, who loved her dog. This is a poem about my dog...
Whether in the tranquility of hours of darkness or in the luminescence of daylight, state of play perceives it differently. But are they really different?
This story is dedicated to the friends I made on Typotic, especially:
Ejay, Sharmishtha and Samewriter, who allowed me to use their work.
Also to everyone else reading it, I hope you enjoy it!
To all the potterheads out there....
That moment when your secret is about to reveal itself.............pheeeeew
The one that I once embrace...
NOT A STORY. IT'S JUST AN IDEA.
What is more obdurateThan the shadowed stainsOver the moonOr the unforgotten memoriesOf me and you?*EverytimeI watch the stars glowAnd everytimeI let the tears flowA movie plays in my headI watch it over and overAnd I wishI could live it...