The Disillusioned Maverick

I still remember the first time I met her. It was a hot April Sunday afternoon. We had bonded momentarily over the works of Satyajit Ray. ...

My dear beloved city. You hate me. You love me. You tower high above me; And yet you never look down On me.You’re always around...

Foreword:Read this quickly.No telling when the censor guys come around and censor the sense out of this little ol' post. So the e...

The grass withereth,the flower fadeth; Time goes on and dreams go dead. Unanswered prayers become forgotten, Dreams of the young grow ...

So the festive season is here.People all around are dee-lighted and basking in the festive atmosphere(I have no idea what that means).Excep...

The old man has lost his glasses The little boy’s scared of a clown The young man lost a friend   tonight. And the sheriff-he’s lost this t...

The western sky grows crimson The sun sets below the horizon Folks end their work for the day But the lonely rider rides on. He hasn’t sle...

I had some time to think about the past The smiles,the tears,the unbroken trust; That time of life when we all were naive And yet we had th...

Dear Indian media, I woke up today morning,got the newspaper and a full page advert of the Indian Premier League jumped out at me.The fron...

I stand between the gargoyles , above the tower at night It’s pouring down and windy-there ain’t  a soul in sight I think about the good th...