The Dying River

I stole a kiss from the crimson Sun, an embrace from the sickly tree, a smile from the fading flower, humility from the burdened Earth. A spoon-full of water from that dying, river, its gentle waters relaxing one last time and taking a deepest sigh! I leaned in my insatiable greed knowing that it’s spirit …

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Divinier

Today a melancholic evening ,  I decided to take a walk in pristine white snows wearing  gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on  eerie icy paths leaving  behind a place once called home   While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal   tree standing his  ground despite the havocs  caused by ice and water  waving at me with his trembling Parkinson’s  branches,  …

V.S Naipaul, Obituary

Out of the many sad events that unfolded in the last couple of weeks, the passing away of literary Giant, Sir V.S Naipaul was perhaps the lowest moment in the literary corridors. The Nobel Laureate was born in 1932 in rural Trinidad in a Hindu family with Indian roots. I can’t think of any other writer who wrote …