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Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,
A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at
A photograph is a whisper, Of an untold story, One that is deeper, Than just an emotion. It is a beautiful mirror, Reflecting candid moments, With a unique wistfulness, That captivates your heart. It is sometimes a lovely portrait, Of
“They told me they were leaving”, He said, with trembling hands. “I believed them but I shouldn’t have, They still taunt me every day.” Stories like these, numerous I’ve heard- Of shadows long and shadows dark. These voices, shrieks of
Wake up little soul and watch life go by, People coming, people going, Each day with a sigh! Wake up little soul and spread some cheer, Life is too short, To waste in tears. Wake up little soul and dare
Pillage started, when there were anti-answers. The trapped light- wanted to be released, from brutalism. When you were nearly drowned, in the multitude of questions, joining the palms, you collect the moments of solitude. You drop a key in the
Outraged film and dirt life. The descent was complete. A shadow under the moon walks past the lake, comes out of the body. Every dream leaves an imprint on the glass. Will never drink the moonlight again. The blank surrender
Time drifted us, Love lost its charm, Self replaced ‘together’, Ego took over command, The bygone torments its very existence, Wish we could give it a second chance. A magical world surrounds, Mysterious yet beautiful A castle we build, of
I. My heart is a well within which clear waters rise if it rains, mixed with mud. The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously. She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water. The more dreams
When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how
Wandering all along the Shore Sharing the shore with many Hiding amongst the crabs The shells playing hide and seek My sore foot is caressed by the sand Leaving an Imprint for a Moment The tides take them away Step
My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh Excites me! Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed Kisses like footprints of a path to your navel
Space is occupied by space, strength and vitality, a sphere of activity where space is shaped. The mind is preoccupied by thought, identification of process and an abstract concept of time represented and labelled. Mind is a reflection of past,
We always glorify the bygone days We refuse to believe the present is as beautiful and worthy as past We Live mostly in past and dream only of the future We tend to overlook the past sufferings and only remember
An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of
begins from heart with what eye sees, and what ear hears, passion it creates, unquenchable emotion it turns on; hunger and thirst- it creates between lovers. adultery-forbidden fruit- it lays on table, poison-it presents as dessert, aroma of death, it
Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
Cold night, shimmery light, A white lie to the white knight, Broken heart waving good bye, Shadows in the blue moon night. Melancholy in the milieu, And heart beats are drums in the air. In the deep dark night with
In an unfamiliar thorny place, My grandparents’ home stood. Gone were the sounds of voices Sign of life swallowed up. The spot where we played, Path where the grass faded trampled on by footsteps, gone. So were my childhood references.
“Don’t whisper something in my ear, So sweet your voice be, that I’ll collapse, Together we be, just you and I, till eternity, No worry, no care about the time lapse. Don’t you appear in the bowl of my eye,
Why can’t we think about others before thinking about ourselves, why should it always be Me, Me, Me…it’s a crying shame people are too self-absorbed these days to care about anything else, now I’m not saying it’s that way with
The bullets dance across my back, The guns hide behind my teeth, They pressed my name on a shiny new plaque, Along with the jagged bodies that can’t breathe. Their eyes are too vacant to see, Far too numb to
Descending schools of clear droplets wash away yesterday, Thunder bellows and shakes …stirs thoughts adrift in the distance, trickles of fine creeks merge on the bedroom window pane. ..and I reflect back to a man…an essential friend… His last night.
Hey, what is that your cold piercing gaze searching for? After breaking my heart into pieces, what you sailed away for I hope I will find you someday, somewhere at some someplace But love is what you are, you don’t
Life has lots of phases, some awesome some tough days. It has a lesson in every stage,no matter how hard those. You will not get time to do those,which is pending since long days. New day ,new task ,new problems
The night in Love.. The lady shatter her dream.. She sacrifices all her career.. For the sake of love.. She surrender.. In front of Beloved one.. Ooh you caught me.. Oooh make me fine.. Oooh you love me… The man
It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.
There is a thread so slender, connecting mother and child together, For eternity it will hold them fast,forever and ever it will last As the days and months and years go by, some things will make you happy, others will
I’ve been drenched In the pool of Tormenting thoughts The footsteps that entered Into my oblivion Those enormous hands Metallic fingers Sharpened nails Molding Cupping First a drop Just touched and trickled Then A handful Yet not satisfied …. Everything
Some days are harder than others. For so many topics I’ve already covered. Where to start? Where to begin? Story to lose? Story to win? Epic feelings to make one cry, A tragic tale of a sad goodbye? Soaring emotions
Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine, Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire, We shared kisses in cup more than the wine, As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire; Touch seems warmer, though
Was it a spiritual failure of a man to become an animal effortlessly? and how difficult it was to change the street’s crowd? In the human drama no dialogue ends. It begins again and the hero replays the tragedy. The