Place: A road along a row of eucalyptuses, and a wall along that road. Time: Many years back. That’s…
No, we are not talking insects in this one. It’s just that in a place like this, the climate is…
A. J. T. Johnsingh wrote Walking The Western Ghats. I am not A. J. T. Johnsingh. So it naturally follows…
Sniffing through the undergrowth Sniffing through the bushes wild ‘Neath the drooping banyan tree Lying lost I found a child
Maybe no more I will walk down these streets, Maybe this evening is the last to come, Maybe tonight I…
(A translation of the poem by Jibanananda Das)
Like the white boat on the Ocean, Like a dewdrop in the sun, Like a quiet lamp in the Temple,…
Sometimes in life you are left alone. This is very bad, because left alone means you have been left alone…
How is poetry born? Is it created by persons? Or does it have a life of its own, trickling into…
The Humpback Hampster High School In Toyling Tinsel Town Has sixteen yellow buses that Go up the town and down.