Hosanna!

I A song from a distant radio Unveils a time gone by Or words woven tastefully Unlock an old key of memories A brooding violin sings Unbuttons the bosom of sorrow A slight touch on the fret Undresses a wound forgotten II I hear a prelude every morn When the breeze plays A bird then…

Feel what I feel?

Emotion is like a double-edged sword, you bleed as much as you rejoice. And often you get drenched in a downpour of your own choice.   Feeling is like a bird that sings songs of love and war It sits on the pavement of your heart and echoes deep and far.   Sensation is like…

The depth of field!

Being at the center stage matters. It matters to most people, if not all. Everyone loves to be the center of attention, all eyes glued, flashlights, single-handed performance and all. I was like that. And for a major part of me, I am still like that. Yet there‚Äôs a less vociferous side of me that…