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.
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”
skips the pulse , one breath I lose a moment of your thought when my eyelids gaze the blue searching for the brightest star its twinkle reminds me of you… amidst the constellation a unique stellar assemble come closer ! I whisper, as I capture Thee in the quiet lake of my iris to bathe… Read More The Twinkle
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:hdw.eweb4.com The last breath and the heart sighed Alas! Will my eyes close without a glimpse of the promise made, through turbulence and storms,I have struggled…in an urge to sip a drop of immortal falling innumerable times, often stuck in between, With zest I pulled over off the dark plunging well of loss, and continued… Read More The Last Breath
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.