The smudged symbol of our togetherness
A blank sheet of paper Waiting for words Has the writer look up for inspiration The farmer sitting on the edge of his field Looks up and prays We look up in exasperation Or dismay Or to beseech Or put forth a point We look up and look into eyes To search To buy time...
The bike ride to Dehradun
Sweet nothings, mushy gushing, emotions flowing in rivulets, and holding hands as you whisper the same words and the same sentences a hundredth time… if this is what makes a platinum day of love… then I must admit I might never have had a platinum day of love! But then, the years spent together are...
A book is so like me
I never read any of my books completely Actually cannot, as I read many At the same time or just open One from a page that catches my fancy! Look, don’t think I’m a flirtatious reader Whose attention hovers over many covers Truth is that love to uncover The truth in the books that I...
I know its you, Narad!
Conversations reveal what we really are… and not just the way we want others to think about us. This is as true of face-to-face conversation as it is for those that take place in the virtual world. In fact, I am convinced that online conversations, especially those where comments and observations are left for others...
Dinner with God
Dinner with God haunt fantasy squeeze through time mate life with soul clutch delicious promises hand wine some music then fly out to find joy! Poem by Arvind Passey 23 August 2010
