My ungodliness brought me to a wonder Was it a child’s innocence? Or the onslaught of plunder A moment’s thought, then a lost sight   The other day, the haunting came back It was little red riding hood surrounded by the pack I shook off the feeling; and the music broke through Turned back to the rhythm; something I no more knew   Conversation followed; tinkering flowed I looked for a companion on the dance floor There was a hand; ...More

Book Writing Book Writing is the art to compile your thoughts and ideas into words, sentences and then convert them into a big piece__ A book. In other words, it is a transformation of intangible to tangible. Writing a book is no rocket science and everyone with a little interest in what he/she wants to present plus a fair idea of how to present, can write a book. Why Write a ...More

Little Lark: Little flower; why so shy? Snowflakes; did moon cry? I lost the rainbow on the trenches With Its colors sitting on tiny benches Oh mother! When can I fly? Mother Lark: Little flower will learn one day How to hold head in the wind’s way Snowflakes are angels’ dice Rolling over; once, twice and thrice Where the rainbow comes from Neither does Lyla know, nor do I! The day you learn to skim the sky Little one! Then off you fly Related posts:Dyslex’s ...More