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This is the window, the big, bright sunlit window with
dusty blinds from where I peep to see the lush green of the fresh spring
morning, the lilies ..
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A memoir on the birth of my second daughter Sharanya.
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"To my nocturnal friends who are keeping awake at midnights and talking to the midnight clocks in the ghostly silence of their rooms".
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A collaborative effort in writing poetry for the people of this earth--in the spirit of peace
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The richness, artistry, classical imagery and mysticism of John Keats' poetry
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A poem in four segments and four sub-headings--a thematic and structural experiment
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Many a times I've thought of you in my arms--
O fabric of my dreams, my unborn child
Let not constant abrasion make your texture tattered and torn
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Inspired from bits and pieces of the poem "Ash Wednesday" by T. S. Eliot, one of my all-time favorites.
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Elegy of bruised, painful, but a serene and poignant love that prays to be resurrected in pain...yet again.
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Reflections and observations on literature, films and art
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