My teacher…

There is nothing so beautiful as a clear blue sky, or one with even a few cirrus clouds, I feel. It is so calm, picture perfect that one can stare at it forever! My mind wavers a lot, I mean, whose doesn’t? I find myself chained by gloom, non-clarity etc so often I don’t know what to do. Except perhaps, to write. The sky is my muse then, to pop back into being me. Into the writer who doesn’t give up on himself, on coming through any adversities..


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Ah, lovely bride she…

It has been two years, nearly, since I first visited the space of Ramesh Sood or RS as he is known to the bloggers. I think it was OSI, a meme, that I found his space through, and many months later, we still read each other’s quite avidly. Well, he reads IRWR more than I read his space I suppose. He has been a friend, and wonderful supporter. He’s one who has been at Haiku Heights (the meme I host) almost since the first prompt. And he’s one who writes the haiku form with interest. So it was little surprise when I asked him for a haiku guest post. He’s come up with this.


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