What is this life? So full of strife, What is this life? With an impossible wife. The mornings are tense, The afternoons are mild, Evenings, you wonder, How best to smile. We fight, we scream, We accuse, we steam, We often behave Like actors on a TV screen. I am volatile, I am mad, I … Continue reading Life with an Impossible Wife
Poetry
Oh, what is her name?
“Oh, what is her name?” I asked my friend, as our walk ended. We watched her amble away, past my tower, into the next one. “Shruti,” she replied. “Right!” I slapped my forehead in frustration. “I was wracking my brains, when I saw her join us for the last round. I have spoken to her … Continue reading Oh, what is her name?
Footprints on the Mind 