Remaining Memories As sharp as an eagle’eyes your gaze defends me As fierce as the waves of your fingers lead me As sweet as honey, your voice provides provisions for my future And your hug warms me in the cold flakes When the tears of pain offer sin. Understanding the meaning of life behind suffering…
DEFINITENESS OF PURPOSE Floating thoughts in reverberations, are gently flickering on the screen of our visions. I’m just downloading a beam of stars and inhaling diamond stream from my heart. Hey, you little boy, pulsing inside here, are you happy to be seen on your purple screen? Or, at least, you’re breathing a misty awakening…
COVID 3rd WAVE: COMMON THINKING & APPROACH NEEDED It is a common knowledge that the second Covid wave has ravaged the majority in villages and towns with record number of cases & casualties beyond imagination, aggravating further the individual and family grief. Suppressed Casualty Data Confirmed reports of 3.89 lakh deaths (1.18 lakhs in Maharastra…
I Love You I love you, Daddy, because the roses of your fate’s meadow are prickling my feet. My lines are red rivers down the thorns flooding the roots of my love… Eduard Harents Yerevan, Armenia (Translated from Armenian by Harout Vartanian) 0
Dedicate to a special dad. Next to dad, that generated a life, son acquires his surname, called to duties to raise people who will be the future of humanity. There is a special man who guides the steps, assumes he is her guardian angel, the attentions exceed the father he represents. Mixed affection to their…
TO MY DADDY Dear Dad , I would have liked so much to call you, to hear your voice your echo, your feeling close to me pick up all vibrations that your voice gave me. A supernatural power; that same power to shape the universe that surrounded me, in harmony with the vibrations of my…
My Dad Dear Dad, I thank you! To me it was told, of times before I could remember, How on Sundays Dad used to feed me. Once I blew a mouthful of spinach on him And his white, starched ironed Sunday cotton shirt, Turned out looking spotted, with dark green spots. Spinach I didn’t like,…
A Letter to Father Dearest Papa, It’s been ages, that we had a heart to heart conversation. But, today, not just because it Father’s Day, but because you are special to me, I sat down to pour out my emotions through a letter. I clearly remember, how you use to love me and fulfill all…
IN THE NAME OF SPARROW Yes, they were integral part of domestic life in a family of Orientation ,ever since one gained consciousness. In the course of primary socialisation during the formative years,it was a common sight to see these cute,harmless,flying creatures,chirping, jumping and producing soothing sound in the courtyard. Of course,Crows too would come…
