Category Archives: Writing
Perhaps Love..
To me, love is a lot of comfort. It is comforting for me to know that, at the end of the day, I have a shoulder to rest on. Someone to spill
Of fire and ice
Reading Jagadish’s post reminded me of a poem I read when I was still in high school. My favorite English teacher, Edward Butscher, taught it to us. He, by the way, is
What if?
I am not really a person who loves poems mostly because I don’t understand them. Recently I saw a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in a magazine and was really impressed. Even
A Walk to Remember..
It was cold winter morning. He was lying half naked on the bed with the bed sheet covering his bare torso. There was a serene smile playing on his lips. You could
