Grief is difficult to express in words. Loss washes over the mind, staggering
in its intensity, making articulation impossible. What does one articulate:
emptiness or presence?

Funeral Blues
~ W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone ( Read more... )

Lines that have been playing in my head since morning:

Meri taan se ooncha tera jhoolna gori
                              Mere jhoolne ke sang tere prem ki dori

Yearning...

to go somewhere green, to walk on grass dappled with
sunshine, to feel cool raindrops on my lips.

to swing high, safe in the arms of the wind, while it ( Read more... )