The Lone Mountain/ Poem

Image Courtesy : Internet Alone he stood- The lone mountain. Tall and bald, So hard and grey. A tree or two, Sprung up too, But they did burn, In the fiery sun.   Those greenish days, Were long gone by. When the clouds in grey, Showed some love. He longed for them, He loved them...

Dreams / Poem

I want to write about dreams-Those that are bountiful,Those that are beautiful.Those that transcends,Dimensions ever imagined.My dreams are enriched-With all the known colors,And all the colors unknown.Yes, they have the whites, And the blacks -the cast away.My dreams do smell- Of the fresh blooms of spring,Of the freshly brewed coffee,Of the freshly baked bread.They also...

A Painting and a Wish/ My thoughts

I wake up after a good night's sleep. My eyes are heavy. My whole body stiff as a log. For a moment, I could not feel my whole body. I lay there for sometime, hardly moving. I was lying on the floor, with no sheets and blankets and no pillows. Slowly I begin to regain...