And then the rains were over and it was October
I could lie in the sun on sweet smelling grass
And gaze up through a pattern of Oak leaves
into a binding blue heaven.
And I would praise God for leaves and grass and the smell of things
The smell of mint and bruised clover and the touch of things
The touch of grass and air and sky, and the touch of the sky’s blueness..

~Ruskin Bond

Welcome and thanks for stopping by my site. This site is merely an attempt to bring to you my musings in form of English and Urdu Poetry, my Original Compositions & Musical Collaboration with some friends, Articles and Anecdotes and my travelogues and random musings. I also present works of other artists, poets and performers from time to time. Take a moment to look around, peruse, read or leave a comment.

I’ve seen some good times and some that were sour but it’s been a good life all in all, for it’s good to have a chance to hang around. Despite everything, each morning I look at the birds and the warm sun shining behind the clouds – and I realize that I still have another song to sing – another tale to tell. May be tomorrow, when winds aren’t cold and sun’s a bit warmer, I’ll tell you another story…

Gautam Dhar
March 2010

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