My heart wanders on nameless streets knocking at nameless doors for no reasons at all…
May be, somewhere a door will open and let me in. Would there be a place where my heart will feel like home once again…
For once, I wish to close my eyes and relax.
Put my mind to rest.
Those nameless desires.
Illegible manifestation of postmodern debris
My stray musings--- This blog is written with my family and immediate circle of friends as intended readership, so everyone may not connect with some of the events or places described; not that I have any objections to others reading it. In fact, they are most welcome--
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Music | Literature | People.
A World of Books
George Orwell's domestic and political diary entries, posted 70 years to the day after they were written
Musings and chronicles on life, work, film, culture, politics, etc.
Something always escapes!
On Books, Reading and other Delightful Things
An Online Archive of Modern Indian Poetry
Life has always been interesting...
The best of the literary web
Life has always been interesting...
Life has always been interesting...
Life has always been interesting...
Humane socialism
In order to blossom, we must learn to survive in dark times, for a seed once lived in darkness in order to grow into something beautiful.
