Will you come into my parlour?

An updated version of the song I posted last year - Happy Baisakhi :)

When you were a tadpole and I was a fish In the Paleozoic time, And side by side on the ebbing tide We sprawled through the ooze and slime, ...

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such although I liked a few folk pretty well Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch for brav...

The Sarai of Nur Mahal was built on the orders of Noor Jahan, one of the wives of Jahangir, the fourth Mughal emperor, and the power behind ...

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I; Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious...

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us...

Yuri Gagarin , a personal hero, apparently commented on one of my favourite artists, saying: " Rays were blazing through the atmosphe...

For a very long time, the only poem of William Savage Landor that I knew was the one on Rose Aylmer's* tomb in Calcutta: AH, w...

It wasn't a very loud word, but it had an effect rather like that of a drop of black ink in a glass of clear water. The word spread out...

I KNEW a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the la...

Mordor and the Eye of Sauron - view from flat On a clear morning - view from flat After rains - view from flat All shades a...