Category: Sunday Talks

Childhood. The afternoons of childhood In that attic room, secured as a mother’s womb. Granny’s rapunzel stories dispensed all the gloom. With her I looked for my doll’s groom, While mumma made the flower...

I COULD WALK IN LONGWAYS I’m not a simple onlooker on many things but involving from the depth of my soul I sense your feelings and emotions in full whole heartedly with love, nothing...

Because I love you Because I love you there still blooms a blood-red hibiscus in my heart whacks of the axe chopping hearts of the young trees snatch sleep of my cosy furniture odour...

लोग मैने फूल को फूल पत्थर को पत्थर कहा रूठ गए लोग पानी से चुन बैठी कंकर पानी और कंकर में फर्क दिखाया रूठ गए लोग सब चिल्ला रहे थे यहां वहां मैंने दिया...

Between life and death Yes, I have got the call of your heart the yester mo, Yet to accomplish thy wishes. To water and pamper thy dreams! My torturous days have ‘nt brought any...

ಗಾಯ ಈ ಗಾಯದ ಕಲೆ ನನ್ನನ್ನೆಲ್ಲೋ ಒಯ್ಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಇದು ಬಿದ್ದ ಗಾಯವಲ್ಲ ಕಾದಾಡಿ ಗೆದ್ದ ಗಾಯ ಯುದ್ಧದಲ್ಲೇ ಆಗಬೇಕಂತೇನೂ ಇಲ್ಲ ಗಲ್ಲಿಯ ಗದ್ದಲದಲ್ಲೂ ಆಗಬಹುದು ನಂಬಿದ ನಿಜಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಗುದ್ದಾಡಿದಾಗ ಆದ ಗಾಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಹೆಮ್ಮೆ ಎನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ ಅದರ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೈಯಾಡಿಸಿದಾಗ ಆತ್ಮೀಯವೆನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ ಮುಲಾಮು ಸವರುತ್ತ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು ಹಾಕಿದ...

Truth Truth is a legacy, that hide’s in heart Thuth, is a thing, that steams from heart to heart, It’s is a thing, that rings in ears, And sings with pleasure, And resides in...

Love, love in my Room I am deaf —good to listen To the music of nothing My leg’s broken Been dancing in the fog Under the starry morning sky In this room, I see...

Glass painting and white sheet painting – madhubani pattern .