Writing

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his…

Every year, I try to reflect to understand what I have written, how much I have written and if I am improving in some direction.…

I like to see it lap the Miles – And lick the Valleys up – And stop to feed itself at Tanks – And then…

I have been the one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in the rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the…

The busy schedule has broken my habit to write daily in last month or two. I am still figuring out the right time to write.…

Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf.…

Some days, you want to write and nothing comes to your mind. All ideas are stuck somewhere. And then you go for a walk or…

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean — the one who has…

Over the last few years, my views about school and college have changed. They continue to evolve as I see the school from different view.…

Books are these things that we have created that have driven our centuries, our society forward. There are either people who are obsessed with books…