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JUNE

When rain is of the last alphabet of JuneNothing remains in surface.Words nor silence..When someone empties a basket fullof dark

Bahrain walks with golden sand beneath her feet,Her breath is scented with oud and date-sweet.She lifts her veil of dawn

My home is in the valley of heaven,Under the bossom of mother natureThe valley remains virgin for ages,Contain her beauty

I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley

The summer blazed like burning sand,On the path where your footprints faded,Along the jagged shore of forgettingI remain—a hollow image,

And then there were three…Atleast known to me —Gulmohar, Cassia and Bougainvillea. The trio of Chennai city’s summer heat,Make a

The day you left, a part of me broke,Not loudly—but quietly, like a soft whisper of goodbye.The world kept moving,But

Gulzar: The Legend, the Lyricist, and the Poet Few artists leave an everlasting impression on the cultural fabric of a

Ravi Kemmu conducted an acting workshop in Delhi, where he mentored the young performers on the 11th of March, 2025,

First rain of April is of hopeAhead of a reddened sweltering SunAnd the parched up leavesof olive and peace..Puzzles unresolved