You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll…
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll…
In some of India’s darkest hours, only Mahatma Jyotirao Phule and Dr. B. R. Ambedkar could have accomplished what they did. Social reform is never…
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring—…
Write. You write that comes to your mind. Do not think. It’s the problem. The words do not flow always. You might think and that’s…
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 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…