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
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:www.magic4walls.com hark ! O! soliloquy Thy name is chiseled in the rock of life ‘s fate. the running stream of dubious troubles,separation, conflicts quarrels or discomfort can’t erode the tender surface of love and trust ever. knotted together we, in the lacy ribbon faith and destiny play together. … A chord struck mellifluous O! thy… Read More Hark! O! Soliloquy
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 …