Call it renaissance or revolution,the torch has to be passedto the progressive generation.Discuss they – Fine art, Scienceand features of…
This happiness and sorroware neither yours nor mine.Have thought of it several times,if I could have placed my headon your…
Now will come the pain,Now the whirlwind wouldtoss the heaps of old dead fallen leaves,Now the heart would bleed,Now the…
Now the cups of elixir shall ask me where I was these days. Didn’t I long for the tavern, the…
You have become a white moon for me;no exchange of words,no barter of emotions.Entire night hours I look at youand…
The olden days swiftly looms like the monsoon clouds, so adamant; neither it disperses nor it pours. Humid and suffocates…
Amidst the sweet of laughter of swirling Ganges, the sweet of speech of morning easterlies of Indian-summer, the breeze that…
Feathers of a dove ….. O my tender love promised to fly in a flock as seasonal birds miles and…
When you come near me between my stretched arms, the fragrance of your body will melt over me against my…