Words enable us to imagine more than what is said, yet a word can never become the thing that is described. Words are all we have to communicate and we try to do that as effectively as we can. So here is my description of autumn. Continue reading An autumn in Sweden
The land of Nobel dispenses
awards for discoveries that preserves life;
Its frankenstein alter ego trammels every step thus taken. Continue reading Of arms and men
And so, the days came and went,
And the long nights became satiated days at Luleå… Continue reading The cat and the rat
A flock of seagulls sit on a line on the rooftops of Redbergsplatsen while the gentle pigeons
peck on the food drops on the cobbled footsteps by Pressbyrån. Continue reading Musings from Göteborg – II
a tiny star manages to peek through
the thick blanket of dark clouds,
to guide the songbird that crosses the delsjön; Continue reading Musings from Göteborg – I
‘For men may come and men may go, the websites and servers shall go on forever’
Continue reading The life and times of zeroes & ones
One starts off with a transparent and a clear liquid
and ends with a golden yellow concoction that
would be fed to a multitude of hungry yeast cells. Continue reading The spinning bar
Imposed he many a restraint on our lovestruck bhaijaan,
who shook them off with much aplomb.
Surely, true love conquers all. Continue reading Down the memory lanes…
Another day’s routine would begin with clockwork precision. Continue reading The old man and the donkey
Life is an ephemeral,
an ever flowing,
and an utterly unstoppable stream. Continue reading The stream that shan’t run dry
Perpetual Motion of Thought 