Peter O’ Riley the Pantomime horse, He made the children laugh, He leapt and lumped with such force, That he nearly fell in half. Every winter at the “Grand”, He played in a different show, He danced the tango to the band, But he was lonely, don’t you know. He shook his lovely flowing mane, And spoke his lines quite …

Perhaps we’ll never understand each other. Loving doesn’t mean that we agree. If that were so, then I would say, why bother? But there are things I know I’ll never see. I’m sure your heart knows what I don’t yet know: The pain of loving a reluctant son; The anger, coming fast and building slow, Of being helpless to control …

Pardon my garden, it’s vicious today! The cucumber’s going quite mad — The onions and peas Just do as they please, The pumpkin is awfully bad. The squash and the sprout are rushing about As if they’re preparing for war, I just got a scare from a peach and a pear — The apple is vile to the core! Pardon …

∼ B.L. Dharmarthi

Though mothers need appreciation, love and care each single day, with Mother’s Day around the corner, here’s a list of songs that can make her feel special Apart from the cake, card and bouquet routine, is there anything that a Mother’s Day calls for? Being a good girl and an obedient boy, what next? Nice children might not pay heed …

हिमाचल प्रदेश के मंडी में पांडवों का बनाया ये मंदिर आज भी लोगों के लिए रहस्यमयी बना हुआ है। दरअसल ये मंदिर 2850 मीटर की ऊंचाई पर बना हुआ है। आज तक कोई भी व्यक्ति इस मंदिर की छत नहीं लगवा पाया। कहा जाता है कि मार्कण्डेय ऋषि ने इस मंदिर में सालों तक तपस्या की थी। उन्हीं की तपस्या …

Papa I know you’re going to be upset ‘Cause I was always your little girl But you should know by now I’m not a baby You always taught me right from wrong I need your help, daddy please be strong I may be young at heart But I know what I’m saying The one you warned me all about The …

Out in the garden, each fine day, With my ball, I like to play. I bounce my ball, I bounce my ball, I bounce my ball, on each fine day. Out in the garden, each fine day, With my kite, I like to play. I fly it high, I fly it high, I fly it high, on each fine day. …

At the world’s dawn The black cow of cosmic night lies With the ruddy cow of morning The Father rapes his virgin daughter Agni, the hunter, shoots his arrow The Father, a frenzied foaming bull, runs Spilling his seed upon the ground The daughter runs south. Ripened by Agni, the progeny’s patter begins. “Fire is a hunter.” It sustains and …

Our weddings may have become grander than life but the old marriage songs, associated with sangeet functions, have gone missing in the rising clamour of item numbers It is the evening before the wedding day of their daughter in Gupta household. Everyone is super excited. Almost all relatives and friends from far and wide have already arrived to give their …