My eyes always cheat my innocent m… Neither the sky nor the ocean are…
When the footsteps suffered an une… The road to destination was left c… All that it needed was a pair of c… To ease the strain and appease the… Till life gets back to its feet an…
Feeling your lips, On my fingertips, Running along the curved rims, Frisking the contours, And caressing their velvet tips,
Neither in the calm seas and placi… Nor in the clear azure skies and s… But, its in the midst of turbulenc… Lives the soul of dedication, and, The heart of true love beats and b…
Sticks that I have burnt disappea… The ashes I have dropped to the g… A speck of those ashes has lodged… And found now, an eternal place, u… Tearing the blanket of tears, ever…
In an endeavor to outwit my fate, In an effort to outsmart the pain, I smiled at every passing face, To wipe out the memories without a… When the mind refused to heed my i…
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…
There are places I haven’t been, Many faces I haven’t seen, The smells I haven’t tasted, And the waters I haven’t tested, The sounds I haven’t heard,
When the dark clouds pave the way… On a day when the sky is clear and… I pulled the pall off the coffin, To see the truth lying bare and na… I stood staring with my eyes open…
Give me your soul, Neither your body nor your heart, The heart is a body part, That vanishes when the soul depart… Your soul the only eternal part,
Left crushed under the feet are he… Left trampled under the soles are… Nipped by the dirty hands and left… Left stranded on the side walk are… There she lays, sore, and down on…
When the facts are masked, And facades highlighted and praise… When something is destroyed unwitt… And someone innocent killed for wh… A truth is killed forever,
Your thoughts on my mind are runni… Just like the river flowing deep t… Your thoughts are cutting deeper a… Just like the river carving throug… Your thoughts are carving memories…
When needle sharp fangs sunk into… I nicked my body with the swipe of… And let the blood flow and allowed… Cos I know that the wound will he… And the pain wouldn’t last long,
Sliced by the grass blades, Stung by the pine needles, Struck by the sharp stones, oh, wind why do you take all the b… But why do you still flow?
