She was looking at him while he was standing on the road with a cigarette between his index finger of his right hand and his thumb. He stood there under pale sunlight, the one which is brightest after heavy rain. The sun shone in his eyes, which were now a […]
And I had decided to go back home To live in the comforts of my comfort zone In my city beyond the lakes and rivers In my town I had once come from And under the same roof have I decided To sleep and eat and dream In that same […]
Darkness bids me goodbye And Sorrow waves his farewell. Heaven embraces me with Joy Farther and farther is Hell. With Joy and Love I cherish With Peace I glee But, alas all art and rhymes have left Along with Grief, Muse is set free. Perhaps, it was love Purer and […]
I can set the world on fire And call it rain. Find beautiful petals of rose In each blood stain. Hear the melody put finely in tune In every horrifying screams A nightmare to all To me a lovely dream. I can watch the world cry Watch it fall and […]
My Little darling, Why such remorse? Your eyes veiled in sorrow, And lips sealing a sob. Why my dear, There’s nothing to cry. Do not fear That you’re about to die. Come my lovely, Do not be bitter. Make yourself up Do not jitter. I promise to remember you And […]
Falling slowly, so lightly, those leaves Falling like hearts made out of feathers Happily crashing on to the ground Is it not love?
I looked in the city I looked at home Nothing of her in my memories Nothing of her in my thoughts I looked for her awake I looked in my reveries. Not a trace of her in my poems There weren’t any photos of her I didn’t know how to […]
Drunkard’s confession and journey from one glass to the very last. Watch her swim in whisky as her emotions become loudest before she gets wasted.
The worst experienced release, Is when the heart shatters – piece by piece. And no depths of skies and the seas, Can measure the temper of its caprice. Ever. But, the breeze still blows and sun still shines, Irrespective of all the whining and sighs. The rain still falls ignoring […]
It’s been exhausting to write to myself, Over and done giving me my own help. Now it’s your turn to make me feel better, To not sing me songs but write me letters. I’ve inked elegy, epic and laments. Drowning in that ink, my inner belligerent. Send me papers […]