There she goes with grace and eleg… Spinning and gyrating in the ballr… Dancing for the tunes of grandeur… Drawing the fresco of intricate de… But of a limited palette, when onl…
Wonder how sun bakes the sand with… Wonder how oceans reach the skies… Wonder how snow climbs down withou… Wonder how roads find their footst… Wonder how winds navigate without…
Time when the pall of gloom slowly… When the haze of misery slowly sta… And the vision started growing blu… When the movements of the body sta… And the senses started falling apa…
Feeling your lips, On my fingertips, Running along the curved rims, Frisking the contours, And caressing their velvet tips,
Passing through the colourless len… The colour of the colourless blue… The blue ocean are creating colour… Of Azure on my colourless and sha… The images are as void as the blue…
The vibrant colours, and the vivac… When kissed by the sun and caresse… They shine, they shimmer, they gli… But wonder why they always cast a… Even in the face of brightest, sun…
As I age, Some say its just a number, Other say, its a change, As I age, The picture would crease,
Like the rivulets, and springs are… Don’t know where they spring from, Like the rain and showers that fee… Are the memories of my past and pr… Like the streams and rivers gushin…
The crispy cover of gravel crumble… When I tried to clamber the hills… The silky carpet of sands shrunk a… When I tried to cross the deserts… The soggy sheet of tiny crystals s…
Darker side of the light is a “Sh… Its the light but not the darkness… Either Light in the darkness 0r d… Ends up in a deep dark colour call… And shadow perse is an oxymoron!!
My eyes always cheat my innocent m… Neither the sky nor the ocean are…
Ocean can wait but not rivers, Banks can wait but not waves, Sails can wait but not winds, Skies can wait but not clouds, Mirror can wait but not images,
Walked into an art gallery on proc… Displayed around are the arts of s… Of the artillery behind the art of… I stood starring at the artistic c… I heard a voice mutter, “What a p…
Wandering through the memory lanes… Holding tightly the tender plant i… Wrapped its roots carefully in a s… Left no chinks even for the air to… As I meandered through the memory…
Broke the doors of glass that are… When I lost the keys made of meta… Left broken and lost, Behind the closed doors of metal, And all I have now are the keys m…
