I wrote this poem at 2.58 a.m. on Friday night (8/11/19) in a hotel room in Goa. I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake until past

Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
I wrote this poem at 2.58 a.m. on Friday night (8/11/19) in a hotel room in Goa. I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake until past
We’re having warm days here. With the delayed monsoons, the IMD (Indian Meteorological Department) states that November and December are likely to be warm. So
I wrote this poem in memory of the Aarey Forest tree-felling in Mumbai. The story is that the Mumbai Metro needed to cut 2185 trees
In her post Shedding , Andrea talks of Autumn. And at the end of the post, she shares her review of ‘Roads- A Journey with Verses.’
I finally found a place to walk- one where I can do so all year round without worrying about the rains or traffic or pot-holes