Dawn drenched land

  Morning Glory   Bidding farewell to Cambodia was heart breaking…A sudden surge of love for that charming land swept me away. I became too obsessed with inhaling the fluffy clouds and the splendour of the crimson sunrises and the glorious sunsets with a vengeance. I wanted to absorb every bit of the mesmerizing PhnomContinue reading “Dawn drenched land”

Street Cries!

Poetry has no barriers, it crosses the boundaries; it blends with any nation, people, any terrain. It is universal. A ‘God of Small Things’ can happen only in Aymanam, ‘A Mornings in Jenin’ can take place only in Ein Hod or a ‘Thousan Splendid Suns’ rise only in Herat or Kabul. But the poetry ofContinue reading “Street Cries!”