Its a sad moment, really, when parents first become a bit frightened of their children.

Its a sad moment, really, when parents first become a bit frightened of their children.

O yes, everyone gets lonely some time or other. After all, if we look closer into ourselves, shall we not admit that the warmth from other people comes so sweet to us when it comes, because, we always carry with us the knowledge of the cold loneliness of death?

They had always told me that I wrote like a man.

People are worms, and even the God who created them is immensely bored with their antics.

The very old certainly do not go back on lunch remains but they do bite back at old conversational topics.

Once an interesting idea or theme occurs to me then I would want to write a poem about it. The rest, frankly, is not difficult.