(Image Source:  http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/picture-it-write-34/ ) now this is what I call the moon the one that...

(Image Source:  http://nature.desktopnexus.com/ ) Purple night With the stars we play Melting on the grass And then u say ...

A born singer and an IIT-ian, Kuhoo Gupt a writes when her imagination runs wild in pursuit of creative and spiritual satisfaction. Inspire...

Strapped for 15 years in the stranglehold of a dead marriage and soulless household domesticity, the beautiful, full-bodied and passionate...

o' dear summer will you melt this bleeding snow songs of barren love songs of barren love lost in your silent gazes trust ...

My blog turned two yesterday. 16th May . Strangely enough, I didn't feel the need to write much yesterday. Or for that matter, in the...

"Zindagi Ke Martbaan Se" is a poetry collection written in conversational language - Hindi mixed with Urdu and English. The poe...

you burn , cry, and raise a hue and then you wage a battle of moral maligning my words, I always knew hey wait, I am not here to res...

A fellow was taking a break Out fishing at the nearby lake "Look he is there, Let's pull him down here" And he soon becam...

(Image Source:  http://www.hhmi.org ) childhood floats through bubble ring, and now just a memory just a memory of innoc...