Everyman's

Windless sky and featherless night It is all fearful like a hushed sorrow I comfort you out of this chaos The gray infant world echoes all around. Out of this chaos is born our drowsy feelings Thoughts shadowing us in an infernal silence The melody of the universe shows us the way. Sign in to see full entry.

You dream in hastening light You dream in the flower of darkness Never knowing which way the cockatoo will crow Which way the weary river will lazily flow. I never dream like you at daybreaks of the yonder sky Like you I never fly in the air with a butterfly I know when the moon will kiss you and... Sign in to see full entry.

You dream in hastening light You dream in the flower of darkness Never knowing which way the cockatoo will crow Which way the weary river will lazily flow. I never dream like you at daybreaks of the yonder sky Like you I never fly in the air with a butterfly I know when the moon will kiss you and... Sign in to see full entry.

(I don't know why my usual readership has taken such a nosedive. Am I writing too badly these days? Or, it is something else? I admit that due to some personal problems, I cannot read much of others' posts and post my comments as usal like before. I request you all to please bear with me for the... Sign in to see full entry.

It is a mystery that we exist. It is as though we exist as we are. But what we are and who we are? Where do we come from? And last but not the least, why do we exist? These are mysteries of all mysteries. Mysteries galore all over our universe. And we are here to decipher the codes of all universal... Sign in to see full entry.

Only silence visits me in silence A shadow follows me like a nightmare My only agony breeds more contempt Drowning me in a violence of pains. The wind too ignores my appeal Starry sky catches me on the wrong foot Where can I go to get a rebirth from you. Sign in to see full entry.

(This is a humble tribute to an extraordinary village peasant) He is villagepeasant simply living in a swathe of his plains with a scythe in his forehand and his fingers evenly poised sweatingly on the wooden plough of his toil and moil as simple as the humble ancestors as they were walking the dust... Sign in to see full entry.

Last year there was a newspaper article published in The Times, London regarding Nobel Prize winner genetics scientist James Watson's controversial claim that black people are inferior in intelligence to white people. Dr. Watson is said to have made the controversial remarks in an interview in The... Sign in to see full entry.

As you spread your thoughts You just go for a wild dance You keep on dancing insolently Like mad cry in the jungle of fire. Then the rain comes from a wonderland You wish to die for a moment And your all images freeze in the mist. Sign in to see full entry.

When it rains in slow rhythm Storms bow to your immortal feet Time stands in reverence looking at your shy face You recall me in your heart perishing alone in your memory. I will rise up to your bosom With soft feelings for what you say You will dance on my corpse like a nymph of my soul. Sign in to see full entry.