A drop. Two more.On Earth's parched floor.I can count them for now,And just long for more. A drizzle. A downpour.Out on the moor.The countryside seems resurrectedThat is for sure. Two seconds. Only one more.And suddenly I exit the lureOf the sweetest dreams;Now I am outside dreamland's door. And in reality soreI see the problem's core,That … Continue reading Only An Alien’s Lore
The little bird sat helpless in a corner It had fallen out of its nest, During one of its vain attempts to fly Which had seemed to be going for the best; It had finally managed to flutter its wings And take to a joyful flight; However, the dream coming true would soon turn Into … Continue reading The Plight of Flying Prematurely for Dreams
This is the story of a History Exam,termed asthe 'Third World War' andthe 'Second Cold War.'Please pay solemn respect to the martyrs. It was a hot and humid FridayBut for that, we weren't sweating,Tensed, sweaty faces were all aroundBecause the History exam was waiting. Number of chapters? Only sixFour from History, two from Civics.Marks of … Continue reading The History Exam
'Who am I?' My view on one of the most asked philiosophical questions of all time.
'Water. The soul of the Earth. The giver of life. Chemically a compound, essentially the element of existence. Water is described in textbooks as 'a transparent, tasteless, odourless and nearly colourless chemical substance', but that is a purely scientific and narrow minded approach, though now it is not much more than that. Once, water was … Continue reading The Last Drop
Hating something does not mean that one does not possess much knowledge about it, or does not strive to possess knowledge about it. In fact, only when one has adequate knowledge about something should the person venture to judge whether he or she likes or loathes that thing. Even in case of the things one … Continue reading Hate and Knowledge