Under the Shadow of the Rainbow

"The lonely hearth in that wilderness seemed to be in an eternal wait for some wandering folks to halt there for the night, light the fire, sit by it and in the warmth of its flickering flames tell one another the stories of longing, parting, joy, sorrow, greed, sacrifice, revenge, repentance, adultery, fidelity, love, hatred and lust. And the hearth in its chest had preserved many such tales whose memories were stolen by the alien winds."

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Under the Shadow of the Rainbow

"As it’s often seen that whenever two strangers, separated by thousands of miles of geography and hundreds of years of history and culture, meet, it’s usual for silence to occupy the physical as well as the mental space between them. And this silence was so essential for both to rid of their initial inhibitions before getting into a meaningful conversation whose ultimate objective was to forge a long and enduring friendship."

Under the Shadow of the Rainbow

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Parrot under the Pine Tree by SP Singh

Poem

On a misty morning, I mourn

The loss of paradise of my solitude,
The joy of chill of a gentle breeze

Is snatched by my rectitude,

The tea loses its heat

Due to neglect and goes cold,
I burn my thoughts to keep

My heart warm, as time rolled,

With a dread, I feel the wind pace up

And the fog thicken, hither,
I guard the remnants of my
Treasure, and not let them wither,

Into the thinning grayness
Saunter the night and its mare,
The sun comes out, in earnest
To repair the dawn's despair,

The light stirs its strings to
Play a duet with the shadow,
The first song pours in me,
Filling my soul with glow,

# SP Singh