The daffodil dance

When William Wordsworth penned it down, Golden daffodils painted the town, Was it the flowers or the flowing stream, Was it the solitude or his dream.  I cannot tell what poets do, Inspirations, imaginations, or just a singing cuckoo, All […] Read More

Reminiscence with bobo

Your little fingers painted red and blue,The paper carrying rainbow hue;Confident strikes and imaginative figures,And thus memories of my childhood triggers. Cards and paintings for mom and dad, Foolish acts of dancing rad; Digging worms and filling the jar, The […] Read More

Bas yun hi

लाल और नारंगी रेशम सी कलीकटीली पत्तियो के बीचो बीचरंगों का मयखाना सजा रही हैऔर कह रही है  – कल फिर आना मुसाफिर, मैं तुम्हे यहीं मिलूंगी।। .