We are all separately, severally, incomplete
My picture of incompleteness is complete…
I don’t usually preface my verse. This is something I wrote sometime ago, I waited until I was in the mood to translate this into English, for those who read my posts but don’t know Hindustani. I’ve tried to keep a meter to the verse; this means, of course, that some of the couplets aren’t … Continue reading
Life’s another word for getting tired…
A chameleon forgets its original hue
Beware those who’re quick to love.
Truth’s a fearsome beast; my child…..
Most people in office are busy doing stats…. Staring Thoughtfully At The Screen….
Secret most guarded, memory most unguarded…..
I’m waiting for the world to reach the “it’s so bad, it’s good” stage. Any moment now……