India I love to share a smile with random people for a short while...... Laid back passenger and driver The lost childhood New boy in town That anxious look...... Won’t you smile for me? Music is my soul reaper And now she wants a dog Reminiscing parts of ‘ME’...Part of ‘YOU’...Parts of ‘US’ Love is unconditional. Relationships are not Hearing and caring And its hope that keeps me going on Zebra crossing Smokin it up Indo Western We’re two, we got three Posers Where has all the happiness gone Delhi winters There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and a tired man who wants a book to be read Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldon drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success. India Unknown Faces @ Familiar Places by Kulwant Singh A poor life this is, full of care, we have no time to stop and stare. Dreams on guard. These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire. Jammed up thought on a crowded road. Mute spectators. One time meal is the total deal. Delhi foggy drive-through. They always stare as I dare... dare to shoot em...... Morning news. Morning breakfast, or morning news. A priest is he who lives solely in the realm of the invisible, for whom all that is visible has only the truth of an allegory. Shooters shot.