The title says it all, but do read the poem.
My country’s hope? The children
The title says it all, but do read the poem.
Year: 2026
My son grows my heart
My heart is bursting with love for my son as he walks a path that thinks nothing of hardship as long as it leads to a sustainable way of life.
Love that isn’t love
There are all kinds of love: filial, familial, platonic, romantic, but there is also a toxic variety which isn’t really love, is it?
Streams of consciousness
Poetic output of a workshop I attended last month on Listening to Yourself
#MiddleGrade #Portalfantasy: Boys vs Jungle – book-2 of the Earth in Danger Series
The three friends, Qamar, Sharan, and Umang, can’t resist it when adventure comes calling. In Summer, they grappled with a human-brain-guzzling alien (Boys vs Alien), and now, when they should be holidaying during their winter break from school, Qamar’s Uncle goes missing in the jungles of the Western Ghats. Naturally, they must do something about it, mustn’t they?
Sunset Soliloquy
Today, a friend shared a photograph of a gorgeous sunset, where the golden orb hovered over the lake as though seeking permission to sink into the cool waters for well-deserved respite. It made me philosophical. Everything begins, everything ends, and in between is everything that matters. The sun rises and it sets, and that arc… Continue reading