"The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity."
- George Orwell
(Art work: By Sergey Galanter)
The Poetry Of YOur NAME ON MY LIPS 22.1.2026
I'm looking deep into his eyes.. SToic as always... Avoding the slightest deliverence of emotion He stares into the curve in my lips I ...
-
It is the light that urges the flower to open its heart to the world Oh Woman, My feet dance to your tender beats. For you are the reason ... -
Chapter 1 சோழன் எக்ஸ்பிரஸ் – 23.3.2016 மத்ராஸ் முதல் திருச்சி வரை, நான் மற்றும் என் நண்பன் கோபாலன் பயணம் செய்தோம். அதன் பிறகு TTR எங்கள்... -
On the theme of solar archetype, i pondered on the following characters from our Puranas and the following saints. 1. Lord Ram 2. Satyavan ...
No comments:
Post a Comment