The music-makers 3

The singer plucked a line of air And spun it till it took wing and caught fire A thousand fireflies bloomed in the music. My face is still warm from the glow. [A short poem written after watching the awesome Stories in a Song!] Like my work? Please share!FacebookGoogleTwitterTumblr

Lament on the death of the NRI 11

I must start with a confession. I used to be an NRI. In fact, I’ve been an NRI twice in my life. The first time was when I was very young. We had travelled by space-ship to this planet known as the Gelf. It was a planet with no water and no cows, but Malayalis ...