(2015)
It is still December the end of a… But the beginning of another, Of the time when trees are covered… Of the time when leaves of green a… Nestled warm and cozy on the couch…
Many people come and go in life as… While some were left as seashells… But further you go offshore, The deeper will be the sea floor, In those deeper depths, lay, the t…
The infinite empty space is comple… The void occupies the space and th… Invariably, infinite is the space… The space from void or void from s…
It was well past midnight and the… Although lying in my bed, I could… I lay gazing at the memories piled… My gaze scattered and the silence… When the dead of the night tremble…
Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…
Walked into the crowded room, Dodging the stares of few darting… Listening to the wafting whispers… Fastened in the secluded corner of… I kept staring at a pair of eyes t…
The weight of an anchor on the dec… The pain of baggage in the core of… Whether to carry or let go off the… I remained indecisive, no matter h… If I let go off the anchor,
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…
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…
When a layer of dead skin peels aw… I could always see a new layer und… Don’t know when the future has cre… Unseen, but always breathing and l… What I could see now would disapp…
Intrigued by the faces and their f… Inspired by the colours and their… Inscribed sketches of them on the… Inline to the outlines of the colo… Inked and imbued the inlines, in h…
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…
When future beckoned and present i… I stepped out of my door and walke… Out of the narrow alley, on to the… I walked past by my past, on the o… Tracing my fortune and tracking my…
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?
Caught in between vision and visua… Is vision the sight of a moving fl… And visualization the sight of a f… Is seeing the movements in reality… And seeing the moments in imaginat…
