When you are alone by compulsion, it is loneliness

When you are alone by choice, it is solitude

Pollution is evil yet sometimes beautiful in its manifestation

I came across these young architects and builders yesterday while visiting a small housing society near Ferozepur Road. Loved their work

Sorrow is the pallbearer of dead forsaken dreams;

marching on a slow beat amidst the silent screams

Sorrow is the herald announcing the tragic death;

while fate is the puppeteer – it laughs and schemes

Imagination is a child’s best friend and there is a child in all of us

The dawn may smile the brightest of all smiles;

the sky may wear cloak of a thousand rainbows

But what is broken, will forever remain broken;

desires have breathed their last and misery grows