Whispering Thoughts

Pretzels, drinks, sweet tarts, a spring picnic on meadows. Litter left behind. Linking with Ronovan Writes Welfare unto all  Rab...

 One thought. Many ways to put it. Two I have attempted. Save water. Save earth. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha.

The reign of the most evolved, most sophisticated, masterminds, ever striving, to prove their might, their supremacy crippled and ma...

A lonely birdsong in the pre-dawn ghostly hours, the strained, drained plea of Mother Earth, withered and writhing, breathing apart “...

In the last fortnight, there have been incidents when the air quality of our national capital has deteriorated alarmingly. It is the wake u...

In that ashen pallor of landscape, wearing not the beauteous wintery-white but the toxic smokey shroud; beneath that grey blanket, tha...

Speak, oh dear little sparrow speak! So long! And all this while, not a tweet from you? No chitter, no flitter, not even your glimpse...

Gaddis are on move, for food and fodder and life. Large flocks of sheep and some goats, the wherewithal of this nomadic cult, block th...

My prisitine icy gush from mountain snows Refining, smoothening the roughened rocks, Oft running past the perimeters, the untamed, savag...