Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Burns not...



Like acid flowing through veins
Burn felt not
Yet the night says it all
One cold beep at a time

Take me
Make me what I am
Throw me away, far and hard
'Cause yet, it burns not...


Being Poor Isn't That Bad!

It was about 11 am. The bell rang. It was the postman. I was waiting for him for a week.  I had subscribed to Mathrubhumi Weekly a couple of...