“In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? How can the weather be hot as hell one day an cold as hell another?
When a house burns up, it burns down. You fill in a form by filling it out and an alarm clock goes off by going on.
When the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it?
Now I know why I flunked my English. It’s not my fault; the silly language doesn’t quite know whether it’s coming or going.”

Am standing in a middle of
Waterless river…
… Unanswered!!
Some stones smiled at me…
Consuming vain struggles of dying fishes.
Sky, turned his back towards me,
Ignoring me… torturing me…
And suddenly I start running…
Afraid… what if trees would ask me… “why?”
I close my eyes, remembering old moments…
… Of purity… of water… of river.
And I clench tight my fist…
Trying to capture them forever.
But I’m unsuccessful,
And a tear falls down…
I stand there…
Amazed how the river ‘Dewatered’ again…
… Unanswered!!