Many years ago, I was dining at a prolific restaurant in Chandigarh with a friend. We ordered a buffet meal for the lack of options. And as a part of the mea...

At peace with the tempest, at the far end of the roar, between the wrath of white, and the misty blue shore, the wanderer now rests, spent right up to the co...

Flashes of thought, sparks of light a piercing vision in the dead of night the phantoms long lost seem up and close the faintest shadow of an eternal glow. M...

The winds have changed, the end is far, the lone road home seems lost to war, from the time he fell, and the spark they lost, millions perished, none knew th...

My first attempt at writing lyrical verses is dedicated to all those who slog out the night in pursuit of professional excellence .... The dying sun echoed o...