This week I got a homework that was slightly different. We had to read a Panchatantra story and turn it into a poem. The first story I read was about the stork and the crab. It was good and so, I decided to use it for my homework. Here is what I wrote. There once … Continue reading The stork and the crab: a poem
Poetry
The flight to Goa
The flight to Goa, The man at the counter said, Is always full; Always noisy... So? My eyebrows must have asked No window seat for you, he said It makes us money; So we take off on time, he further ventured Two of us this way On our way to Goa today. One from Delhi; … Continue reading The flight to Goa
A disturbed mind
The disturbed mind, like the raging sea knows not where it seeks to reach; And just before destination is reached gives up and retreats,dashing a million dreams.
The burning candle
The burning candle ... Spreads light in the darkness, But burns any thing that comes too near The burning candle... Is a symbol of eternal hope And a silent sign of defiance too. The burning candle... Is a symbol of peace, But burns itself up in the end
To buy or not to buy
There are too many things I want to own,But I have too little money to call my own.Credit cards peep enticingly out of my pockets,But the declining balance method scares my wits out of their sockets.
the metaphysics of existence 