Poets are always called heartbroken. Yes, sorrow is a powerful emotion, but not every good poem happens when you’re sad. But, then how does it happen?
When life is happening to me and everything is going haywire, I find solace between the two covers of books. This is my gratitude post for all the authors keeping me alive.
Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore is much more than the author of our National anthem and a Nobel laureate. It dawned on me during my Kolkata visit. Now, are you also intrigued to know more?
Tryst on a dark misty night – A poem I wrote in response to Blogchatter blog hop prompt “As the moon casts its glow on the desert sands, an ancient Caravan appeared from the mist”
October, let us have this chat right at the beginning. I have some expectations from you. I know, you are very busy being festive and all, but can I ask you to be….?
A little three-lined Haiku has turned out to be one of my favourite forms of poetry. This is my journey with this form.
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