Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
It was a very hot day...In the scorching heat, under the tree he was laying as he was counting the number of leaves on the tree. He was not talking as he used to do often. In between the spaces of leaves, rays of sun were appearing like a spear, ready to penetrate the body coming in its way. Insensitive to everything, he, like a dried log, was gazing upwards as he was a broken branch of tree.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I wrote this poem while I was in 2nd year of my college...Hope! you would like it....
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thanks a lot to Rachana for giving this wonderful title to my poem. :)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
But soon it takes the two ten years before when he had hold his hand and still she is feeling its warmth in her life. This was the warmth of their love which made them to face insurmountable difficulties after they ran away from their home. Pearly drops trickles through their eyes. The man puts her hand on her, presses her hand slightly. She feels sweetness, a comfort, an overwhelming shivering in her body. Let people say it good or bad but they know it was the best decision of their life. “Love conquers all”.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I earnestly believe that if the diversity of climate in India is properly utilized along with scientific techniques in agriculture, India would be really crowned as “AnnaDaata”. Just compare the agriculture status of India and America; just compare the quality of cows in India and America We would realize India has just quantity not quality. But as an optimist, I belief one day we would convert this quantity into quality and from that day we would supply food and milk to the whole world.