What happened to peace? December 3, 2008 in Uncategorized. I have been thinking a lot about fingernails lately. yes of little bloody fiingernails growing inside you. if you know what inspired me goodonly. And how does it feel when you are. November 25, 2008 in Uncategorized. And listening to the same three songs over and over again.

SO I HAVE MOVED TO. And then,I listen to John Denver crooning a few favorite old songs and I am lost. I calm down and actually fall in love with the rain a little. I want a rainsong right now.

This blog is my reading of life, as I see it. You may call it poetry or streams of my consciousness but all you will get here is the purest part of a helpless dreamer who still believes. Sunday, August 17, 2014. In the attics of time. But, the pen is rusty and the scar hidden.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014. The last thing I remember was a moonlit night and the stars had put up a show. I remember this window where I stood still;. Thinking about you walking down a hill. A lovely white robe and glowing hair;. Under the moonlight you look so fair. And here I stand with my arms wide open;. Looking at your eyes as they come closer. Every little step and my heart skips a beat;.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015. It was only today that one of my friends blogged about Calcutta rains. I must thank her for reminding me of my childhood and for unknowingly inspiring me to write again. That beautiful, innocent face giggling away and tempting him to join her outside the house, a face full of the purity and innocence with which she had once loved him- only to go away to London without even a proper goodbye, without any explanations or letters or emails or promises.