plucked I from the garden of epithets a wondrous appellation Sapphire! Thy sobriquet, I sway gently in thy ecstatic kingdom leaning against the sweet whisperings of thine creations In moments together sitting parallel across the seven oceans yet under the same vast expanse, Thee soaking in the golden sun, while I drench myself in monsoon… Read More Thy sobriquet
“EGO & LOVE “fidgety fretful , always had been his heart he threw tantrums whilst, love wept and scattered like shards stamping arrogance he displayed in a corner few tears she shed… a silver bowl that bedecked overflowed with pearls precious… what a paradox epiphany in delusion he flaunts false pride of translucent treasures in… Read More “Ego & Love “
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.
Endlessly my heart cried eyes searching frantically in vain “where art thou” behind the curtain of life is anything true or is all disdain? My life ain’t a stage neither I a performer to enact or flaunt in mystical attire as perceived everyone ..I ,a mere soul wish to be a lotus blooming in the… Read More “My Life ain’t a stage “
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”