Yellow Roses Don’t give me red roses, They frighten me. I don’t want declarations of undying love And deep passion. So please don’t give me red roses. Their darkness scares me! I’d much rather have yellow roses, That talk of sunlight, And friendship, And all that’s light and bright. So if you have to give…
Read moreAnd the winner is…
Yes, we have a winner to the giveaway that I had announced a few days ago. It was the first time I had ever planned a giveaway. There were so many people who had entered the giveaway and I was curious to know who the winner would be. So I eagerly clicked on the ‘choose…
Read moreWhy I chose to write poetry.
“Why did you decide to publish a book of your poems? Why not go in for a novel? Do people really read poetry?” These have been some of the questions I have been asked ever since I have been talking about getting my book of poems, “Who shall I be today?” published. The reason I…
Read moreNot Minding My Own Business
The train entered Ghatkopar station. It was the first class ladies compartment of the 9.30 Thane local. I had my nose buried in Robin Sharma’s latest book. I felt, rather than saw, a girl take the seat opposite me. Suddenly I heard a joyful, “Oh it’s you!” and felt someone tap my hand to…
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