Poems & Short Stories

In a chasm where the sullen tide never stopped, there came a bridge builder who  persistently worked and came forward to build a bridge to pave a way for the future  tres passers . He already crossed that way but leaving all his duties in hand, stood there to help others. A good  Samaritan   isn't  it? This is the famous poem written by Will Allen  Droomgoole  which earned significant and rave reviews in the era where poetic literature was the food and soul of writers and poets. It sends out a message to be generous and helpful towards others.    If one wans to illustrate the above mentioned popular poem, what is better to choose than the flood affected India's fourth largest metro, Chennai. The culturally inclined city which is known for the historical locations, holy shrines and ports was severely affected by the heavy downpours. A simple idiom ' Raining cats and dogs ' cannot define its intensity. There was lot of damage for the rich as well as poor. The nat

The wintry morning smelled of new blossoms. The air grew moist but touched the skin gently. The blue radiant sky with  thousands  of birds all over went on to make a picture so perfect that one could paint a memory worth millions of years. Such was that day when that very moment left  us with new whiff of air. A new thought, a new idea, a new leaf , a new cream that surrounds the milk, and all things were new.  The sunlight beamed and gleamed and the shadow of divine light entered the drawing room filtering the shades that were drawn. The light was new. I heard that rains were lashing the city of Chennai and   I could hear the sounds of water lapping in Mumbai. The sound of rain was new. The birds in front of my balcony huddled and rested in the thick nest that they made yesterday. They were all of four and together their happiness saw no bounds. The nest was new. The sprawling green lawns enveloped  the vibrant flowers. The hues of green were new.  I took in the freshness of air tha