Posted by: Naren on: January 19, 2009
I look out the window,
the rain, sweet, patters,
as I sit to think how
your tender smile to me, matters.
The scent of the Earth, heady,
the croak of the frog, steady,
the whistle of the leaves, music,
the rustle of the folds, magic.
The green of the leaves, pristine,
the smile of the forest, unseen,
the song of the bird, melody,
life [...]
Posted by: Naren on: January 8, 2009
“Why doesn’t the dashed bus come?!”
Like the ticker tape that runs at the bottom of every news channel nowadays, that was the sentence flashing across my mind every few words the bleached septuagenarian uttered. It was a grand morning, a light mist hanging over the dew-frozen earth, the sun’s rays coming in fine lines through [...]
