Monthly Archives: February 2014




Reading subject books was always pain in the ass.On the contrary,reading novels is like listening to jazz.


Hope Less

I second that….

boy with a hat

Painting of a Fancy Tree (c) “Hope” by Ken Day

Hope is a dangerous affair.

It lifts our chins up,

And can spur us on to brave deeds,

But it keeps our eyes fixed on faraway clouds,

Distracting us from our precious present.

The traveler who gapes at the distant peaks,

Does not see the lovely flowers alongside the road.

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 High or low take a bow.

Fast or slow here I go.                                                    

Morning or evening music is my darling.                    

Noon or moon a tune makes me happy soon.          

Music is my achaar and soch vichar.