Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.

A man follows the path laid out for him. He does his duty to God and his King. He does what he must do, not what pleases him. God’s truth, boy, what kind of world...

As a romantic ideal, turbulent, impoverished India could still weave its spell, and the key to it all – the colours, the moods, the scents, the subtle, mysterious light, the poetry, the heightened expectations, the...

there is a poemcolor on her lips a soft touch by naturethrust by RAIN