The Desire.

What's up with this life of mine, So strenuous yet so light, Rather boring yet with those whirlwinds. Seeping through is an inbred desire, Feeding my heart and ravaging my soul, To wraparound the illogical and the dysfunctional, And arcing around to hit the bullseye. The desire is such that it weeps for attention, Seeks …

Discovery of Travel

The land was light, And the water blue, When there was a God, Who ruled with might. And his heart was true. Bright was a night, And a calm breeze blew, Great was his nod, As he walked in the light, On the grass with the dew. He was uneasy, for his home was bright, …

For the Books !

Sensitive touch , smile on the face , wonder in the eyes and hope in the heart.. That’s how a bookaholic opens a book! It’s weird how we get attached to one book and hug it like a lover, dreaming all about it when we sleep. We have always loved them, treated them as our …