Hand of Hope of an “UNBORN”

Following picture began circulating in November. It should be “The Picture of the Year,” or perhaps, “Picture of the Decade.” It won’t be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper w hich published it, you probably would never have seen it. The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named…

Am I a hesitant Poet??

Initially about six to seven years ago when I started to write I never wanted anybody to read whatever I wrote. I had a sense of embarrassment whenever I tried to read something I wrote, May be because I was very static and rational on the outside yet inside I had a sea of emotions.…

My Right to Freedomss …

Freedom for me is just like having wings — flying directly to the sky … no boundaries, no guidelines, no limitations, no ethics and no manners. Yes I mean it seriously, sometimes I feel that we are a bit too bound by the ethical codes, the formalities, the rules and regulation stuff blah blah. That…

The Threshold to Dream …

A week ago few of my friends planned a hangout together and on our way back the sun was slowly moving down towards its set. I can’t keep my eyes off the sky every time it happens. I can sit and stare at the sky, the sun for hours and hours until it’s all dark.…