Kichu - The Perfect nincompoop

  Water and fire are fiercest enemies But victory is based on the position and the volume of each,  at the time and point of engagement !!!

Death is a mystic Death is a mystic whom everyone knows and everyone knows not too but certainly, death will for you one day come Walking in from nowhere or when expected least and walking away when expected most wanted or unwanted its entry is for sure Some are scared, some are not Some are there who want to dare  Some others out there prefer not to talk  Some die on their beds, at home some die in faraway lands unknown  Some on the sands, some on the shores Some in the water or in the skies  some on the rocks, others die doing their jobs But all die that's for certain and sure   After death, the rituals, the mourning and all then the corpse is buried or burned the crowd will disperse and dissolve but the memories linger to deliver pain The near and dear will live on with flashes and fragments of memories of the gone slowly as the time passes on The person departed and all the memories are gone the muted past a vague memory hazy remembrances of the d...

  The still & heavy darkness shrouded the earth. Far away on the horizon the gloomy rain clouds pregnant with a rain – glid lazily through the skies. The lovely Moon is not to be seen around. The oceans roaring and lashing the shore with its violent waves: for the sins committed in the broad daylight. The twitter of the night bird: the glow of the fireflies, the night breeze on the reeds, the strange scents of the grass seed, and the silence struggling to take command. The occasional clasps of thunder tearing the skies, with lightning lighting burning the darkness away. The listless soul – wandering on, with nothing to do and nothing done, driven by destiny, like a dry leaf blown by the wind Nowhere to, nothing to do, no one to befriend - and all alone Balakrishna Gopinath