the random conversation misty eyes choked voice in midst of inner chaotic silence affirmative or prerogative one word replies emotions suffocated strangled in a knot the lily beside, pleaded few more moments sought hesitatingly I nodded henceforth lone will be the journey lone will be the path under the blue as two souls walk apart.
I have lost my pen its nib – golden once scribbled ceaselessly while the world retired to the cushion of comfort every night the quill loved to brush against the papyrus… leaking on blank pages the painful emotions which were witness of sordid transitions helplessly, yet as a powerful weapon narrating every encounter thus… Read More THE LOST PEN
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-
what should I gift thee, a token of love wrapped in silk a kiss shall vanish in the zephyr, a rose will lose its colour lacy pack of chocolates soon get savoured in hours, an attire would wrap thou, but soon will the thread get unleashed …then what should I gift thee… which valuable jewel?… Read More “THE PRICELESS GIFT”
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:stylonica.com Howsoever far soars the bird It has to return to its nest in time… Like a wandering nomad roams through Yet tents in places at a specific time… As a traveler, the soul voyages on earth before its assimilation with divine… When the azure turns dark and the leaves shrivel in autumn time Or… Read More Time
photocredit:www.picssr.com She is the mocking thrush who on the high end branch sings and perch laughing at the world on human errors… Ah! she imitates in a hoarse voice satirical,the cons of a power game and money launderers of the affluent race she hums the low note in tears twitching her beak in anxiety… hypocrisy… Read More THE SONG OF MOCKING THRUSH