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-
The ornamental corridors of an ancient palace, witness the elegant sway of an embroidered golden veil. Ah! she forgets to hook it to her waist and dances in air on the wondrous call of the peacocks singing under the blue… They must hath seen the greyish tinge …announcing the arrival of a drizzling scene… she… Read More the ornamental rhyme
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.pearlhours.com the falling dew beaded in the string of my love as tiny translucent pearls echo and sing thy name and disseminate my scent Weaving a wondrous prized necklace adorning thy neck kissing, the round soft nape a jewel of pride and passion gets created around the sensuous arms embraced by which the dew drops… Read More Beads of love !
photocredit:www.theguardian.com Oh! am god’s clay soft , tender, smooth yet can be brittle and tough at times nay, I ain’t hail from the breed of proud ,haughty misnomers who sparsely realize a drop of tear worth… neither they hath seen the gory of dead or the dreaded hunger yet epitomize words ..larger than life social… Read More Oxford Handset nay, am God’s clay !
photocredit: google images the delicate quill scribbles lore of sordid life amidst the society of racial protagonists and authoritarians few drops emerge on the paper red scarlet, yeah ! they are grievous tears fallen by tormented excruciation. the words sharp, pierce the autocratic system which hath remained despotic since ages and years ..will the ink… Read More The delicate quill