(2015)
Spread your wings and fly, Over the shambles and roofs of tor… To placate the pain and build the… Spread your wings and fly, To offer comfort and solace,
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…
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…
Waves of hope that reaching out to… Keep touching and gently kissing m… But, when I extend my arms, To hold them, wish them, and greet… They retreat and shy away in to th…
The moment I stepped out of the c… And stepped into the world filled… I was whisked and wrapped immediat… In the social fabric of different… Of the colours of culture, creed,…
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…
When the clouds betrayed the ocean… And flew away into the open skies, When the waves shun the sands, And drifted away into the open sea… When the fragrance ditched the flo…
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…
Broad are my shoulders, Puffed are the muscles of my breas… Mighty is my heart, full of coura… Focus in my eyes, fixed at the horizon in the sight,
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…
When the tables are turned, And the cloud bursts into storm, When road reaches the hem of a cli… And life hits the rock bottom, When hope sinks into the abyss,
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…
The difference between a glass and… Is perhaps the same as the distanc… Glass when I frame it over an ima… Mirror when an image forms on its… Former is the way I look into my…
When the stillness of silence is d… When the brightness of light is bl… When the thickness of translucence… When the intensity of sense is num… I stand still in space and time, n…
The clear summer skies, with its s… Their shadows crawling over the lu… The busy bees, the grazing cows, t… The hedges over the edges, the tul… Their colours, the reds, the pinks…
