Posted in Me, Poetry on March 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Oh, how beautiful is the rain…
Leaps the heart, beyond the sane…
Unfeeling and numb, I may be…
Of the world and its pain…
And the threads of life I hold…
Uncaring, cold, inhuman and vain…
Yet, this life has lots to offer…
Before it drizzles down the drain…
I do not know what drives me forth…
Is it the spirit in me…?
Or [...]
Posted in Poetry on March 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh
Bulleh! to me, I am not known
Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s craze
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze
Bulleh! to me, I am not [...]
Posted in Books, Review on March 21, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Picture this – I am on CMH road, Bangalore for “a bank job” rushing through to the office, hurriedly when my eyes fall upon The Kite Runner. Now, normally I don’t trust my instincts abouts books having failed on more than respectable times, but the cover picture is so simple, a boy looking from behind [...]
Posted in Books, Poetry on March 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
And it read,
All my life, I worshiped her.
Her golden voice, her beauty’s beat.
How she made me feel, how she made me real,
And the ground beneath her feet.
And now I can’t be sure of anything,
black is white, and cold is heat.
For what I worshiped stole my love away,
it was the ground beneath her feet.
She was my [...]
