Meu pequeno amigos
Durante todo o dia, as leveduras, faça uma festa… Continue reading Meu pequeno amigos
Author: vijayraghavendran
Biped I am,
Who walks upright
and thinks with a one and a half kilo
mass of flesh.
And gosh, this flesh
does produce emotions
and questions, and I bet
you would agree with me.
Letters to a Friend – XII
The Sun has mellowed, less harsh on its compatriots;
coldness descended from country hills and lampposts to take mercy on the autumnal leaves. Continue reading Letters to a Friend – XII
Letters to a Friend – XI
…doing research is a miniscule segment in this Journey called Life…
This life which always endeavours to understand the Human mind… Continue reading Letters to a Friend – XI
Letters to a Friend – X
Would it not be nice to meet us all soon?
Before each of us with our busy lives,
Diverge even more, albeit unconsciously; Continue reading Letters to a Friend – X
Letters to a Friend – IX
And if I may be bold enough to say, do
Have a polite conversation with Monsieur Fear… Continue reading Letters to a Friend – IX
Eu sou a terra do Brasil
I have seen the hardwood that once belonged to
Magnificent tall trees of my bosom,…
Cut open,
To make dead furniture… Continue reading Eu sou a terra do Brasil
Letters to a friend – VIII
Time is like a black hole. It has a humongous appetite to consume the memories of living and nonliving things… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VIII
Spring clean
One never knows what the spring clean has in for, until they go with the flow, right ?
Letters to a friend – VII
It may not be easy to put aside all the misconceptions and prejudices one has… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VII
notre mère- II
where art the secrets and lies
of our lost childhood, our aspirations,
our simple desires of playing with a toy…? Continue reading notre mère- II
Perpetual Motion of Thought 