I live in Bangalore in India. My hobbies are reading, writing, and photography. I used to write a lot in my native tongue, i.e., Tamil and a member of similar group in my mother tongue.
I was searching for long, a similar group in English and found this site from Google search...
However, I am new to writing in English though I read a lot of books in English and use English as a business language...
Try my best to write as much as possible to write now....
Tue 23 Dec, 2003 12:10 am - You have explained the act and not the cause.
The west could not control Israel and brokered a peace agreement acceptable to all parties.
On the other hand, the west think that getting... (view)
Mon 22 Dec, 2003 11:42 pm - Re: I Love My Lord.
[quote="bgryan"]I Love My Lord.
I seek not for what I wish.
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This is the essence of seeking the God......
Good poem bgryan.......
I Love... (view)
Sat 20 Dec, 2003 02:55 am - At one point of time or the other, every human being wanted to run away from his existence. Many survived the urge, by the strong bonds with the family. Nevertheless, there are some souls, who test... (view)
Fri 19 Dec, 2003 02:12 am - Deep in the ocean’s crevices
The ship’s wreckages sunk,
Where your memories also stuck.
Though floating on the surface
The sunken ship anchored me
As a bait for the scorching... (view)
Thu 18 Dec, 2003 01:10 am - Two weeks later
Crossed a small hurdle -
The fiftieth post.
And the journey gathers the steam
To roll on further down the road,
Looking for intransigent customers
To make it a pleasant trip.... (view)
Wed 17 Dec, 2003 11:43 pm - Re: The White Flower
[quote="darkshade"]
Without the flower the sun would die
Yet the sun keeps the flower resiliant
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Oh, my God! The sun would die without the... (view)
Wed 17 Dec, 2003 11:37 pm - Thank you, K.VEE.Shanker.
The I is the observation of the leaders(!?) of India. They will swear by anything except themselves.
Very nice that you had read this one....
Please read other... (view)
Wed 17 Dec, 2003 11:30 pm - No souls to share
I split into two
The writer
The reader.
And then the writer into the reader
Reader into the writer.
The world may call me a lunatic
But I am the poet..... (view)
