Wondering ….
It is raining poems. This one was written now, even as I waited for my wife to pick me up on her way back from office. Sitting alone in office, Waiting for my wife to pick me up, I wondered, how times change. How she would once say:…
An Ode to Facebook
I started writing poems when I was in class eight and have some 500+ of them stored in decaying notebooks, in my attic. Unfortunately, back then one wrote in notebooks and didn’t digitalize. I will share them shortly. Last night, I dreamt of my XII English teacher Ms…
Poem: No Longer Innocent
This was a little like summer of 69 – when the sex was dirty and the air was clean. Back then, I was young and energetic and didn`t need to eat two capsules of Spirulina (try it!) just to stay awake. Just in case you are wondering, I…