Waiting
Waiting (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) So many stories read Pages opened Words unfurled Through the day gone by As I walk back home slowly One night in London.
Syllables waiting for a voice
Syllables waiting for a voice (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) Silence doesn’t exist anywhere Not even in a voiceless stare. The mind invents sounds to see Even a future that may never really be – Sometimes I...
The poetry of logical ideas
Life is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. Specky, my wife says so. She even quotes Albert Einstein: “If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.” And whenever she does that, I just...
These words must change!
Every chess player knows what is meant by the ‘power of four’… a domination of the four central squares on the chess board means you’ve managed to eke out a benefit that can very well go on to become the reason for your victory. If this can happen in a mere game it can be...
