Authorz: Rex Mathew Mathew

I very humbly describe me As one who rides on the wings of fantasy In tender undisturbed tranquility.

We, poets, are dead and alive altogether; Aren’t we? Dead to reality and alive in dreams. We dream to resurrect a dead world; Don’t we?…

When watered by the richness of Nature’s beauty, My eyes bloom in admiration– Here, alongside the lotus and the lily And the flowering sun that…

I once stood as a young tender plant By the wet banks of a tranquil brook. I grew by hearing the song-bird’s chant While lying…