Robert Frost

A shard of water

The scene from the balcony of my apartment in the third floor of the building is breathtaking. It harks me back to my childhood. The place where all these apartments have come up were fields then. There were rills with gurgling water running through the path which led us from our home into our land. Now this patch which is remaining reminds me of those times. There are fields in which the cattle graze when the land is fallow. In the rainy season, the cattle roll in the mud and after that go to bath in the pond of water.… Read More »A shard of water

At Least,Let Me Try

Let me go wayward. Let me become lost. Let me forget the path which is known to all and has become very much the part of the life. It affords nothing new, there is no curiosity and excitement walking it. Let me take the path which as Robert Frost said is the path less trodden. The woods may have become denser still like a green solid wall. Under bush may be feeling throttled by giants in seeking the elixir of life that is sun. May be I will be able to carve out a new path instead of beating the… Read More »At Least,Let Me Try