So much Krisnachura was strewn on the path, we stomped on them, wind was tousling— so sweet, like a lovely woman, musk of wild champak. The perfume reminds me of exquisite palms, deep coiffure and wild dreams of night. Then I smiled—who was the man crossing the fiction of a reality in the heart of beauty, was it me ?
When the curtain was blown away, a glimpse of her thighs and elegant elbows resting on the desk, on other side who is the man, nonchalant, smoking away his time, why he did not kiss her ? Only eyes met eyes—an ethereal catwalk, an improbable awareness of souls. In the coffee shop, the intangible couple gave me a sudden pang, an anguish stalking me endlessly—they did not belong to this darned earth just came for a jaunt.
I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle
To conquer my desire, I chose to battle alone. Armed with hope, Strength and courage Holding weapons of determination and perseverance Struggled, fought till the last blood sheds But.. Lost!!!!Defeated!!! People say “Life is like licking honey off a thorn”….Yes