Tireless eyes– watch the setting sun’s scarlet mask a young morn, enfurling petals The lonesome cacti in sordid desert orchids blossoming as fragranced love in cold hearts of summer… What if they become tired and close for few moments Nay! The noisy chaotic shimmer of dutibound survival shall enforce them to be wide open… not… Read More Tireless eyes-
photocredit:www.hdnewwallpapers.com the fettered mind hell bent to break loose the cage imprisoned since years , the thoughts unspoken unnamed could it ever see the light wander free in the dark blue sky can the wondrous cerebrations acquire an immortal shape of imagination and manifest in the atoms of life as a splendid creation… … Read More Fettered Mind
photocredit: googleimages In the catacomb lies the book undusted,flipping pages across folds of time… in sepulcher rest myriad thoughts buried emotions locked inside the heart’s vault’ in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh they lived weltered amidst the scallop of mess… kabbalistic the epitaph on the stone reclines in slumber the manuscript.
Ravishing, the tender filaments , those which tie the twin souls often swayed which in breeze of amor dipped in pool of sacred nectar… unraveling the knots of past and present which were long forgotten vis a vis ,the flames of destiny burning on the candle of verve …
What’s next, cries the heart which colour of sky shall the eyes perceive, wrath of scarlet or peaceful azure…? flees the life of soul faraway in the lap of hills, in dense forests , lost in green… where a ray of light cannot pierce how would you find me, world, here I hide… Read More Flap the wings harder !
What do selfish wants and gruesome lies do to a human? The stature of a human being falls below any level and exhibits the egocentric character. For once, the person descends into the pit of suffocation, where conscience plays its role,hereafter. The Monologue of a covetous gambler ! gossip I in the corridor of… Read More The covetous gambler!
Wonder I of the shallow words and churning of thoughts satisfied with simple pleasures ne’er touched by façade of life’s learning miles away from the biggest ocean… ne’er drenched or even wet the wisdom drops, slip over the surface oiled with comforts and petty measures… one dimensional image of the trivial mind remains submerged in… Read More The trivial mind