A Fork Never Matters (unless you’re drinking soup)!

A forked road ahead will not ever matter, your furthest aspirations it never can shatter, cause if resolutely you’ve set your goal, any options en route shall play no role. Both paths start with the same sunshine, the aim and purpose those you’ve to align, branches in a tree always plenty there will be, but … Continue reading A Fork Never Matters (unless you’re drinking soup)!

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I Just Met-a-morphose!

Gnaw bite chomp chew and munch, breakfast’s done now on to lunch, it’s quite a chore this eating spree, a cocoon to spin and then I’m free. I see in your eyes disgust and loathe, the truth though is known to both, your heart will be all awe and delight, when out I burst to … Continue reading I Just Met-a-morphose!

Once Upon A Drizzle

In a light drizzle some drops of rain clung to the petals soft and pink, while others went into free fall and splashed about in the mud to sink. Those on the rose delighted with pride called out aloud to friends below, while you folks sink in the muddy stink we’ll steep in heady fragrant … Continue reading Once Upon A Drizzle

The Tale of the Shimmering Pearls

Bzzz, bz, bzz, bzzzz…no, it was not the whirring of wings even though there were plenty of dragonflies and damselflies around. These were grave murmurs which were rising by the minute and had risen to fizzy levels by the time the beetles, bugs, crickets, bees, and flies joined in. So much so that the presiding … Continue reading The Tale of the Shimmering Pearls

Golgappe Le Lo…

(Though this poem is an ode to the much-adored, most common avatar of pani puri, the pictures depict options in cheese-n-chive, dahi lal mirch and imli-pudina sauces.) Pani puri golgappa gupchup puchka, the much-loved street food of our nation, with unlimited options on sauce and fillings, is always open to experimentation. The crisp round deep … Continue reading Golgappe Le Lo…

Floored!

Trudging through the forest deep my sights were set high, admiring the verdant canopy limiting the azure sky, then a dead twig snapped beneath causing me to stare, a carpet of leaves bark and fruit strewn around sans flair. Mottled sunlight on humid ground with countless life that toil, silent at work unseen unheard feed … Continue reading Floored!