(2012)
Washed away are my doodles on the… Withered away are my inscriptions… Blown away are my footprints on th… But lasts forever are your memorie… Forever imprinted on my soul..!
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…
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…
The glistening crystal clear water… Swirling and flowing towards me, From the hazy horizons of the invi… Touching the islands floating some… With their untouched pristine shor…
There is light beyond my sight, There is life beyond my reach, There are things beyond my touch, There are emotions beyond my sense… At times it appears absurd,
Hour by hour and over and over, I tilted the hour glass when dripp… But I could never get whether the… Or the ticking time follows the dr… I knocked the hour glass from the…
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?
On a cold, quiet winter night, Under the moon and the twinkling s… Nippy breeze caressing the snow so… When the world already went to bed… In the dark room half lit by the s…
I had two wings, ability and hope, Although, the ability was broken a… But the hope still kept fluttering… In a hope to take over the inabili… And take off, to reach the skies!
Frizzled are they, and lay damp an… Born are they to breathe and breed… Bitter are they to taste, so put t… But the fruits they bear are sweet… Neither the mighty nor the tiny of…
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 day I must chose between my d… I must walk a thin line, I knew, Mutually exclusive are my dreams a… Because you are real and the other… But they say that dreams come true…
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…
Covered in a skin colour of own, Of a distinct shade and tone, A single thread of a long social f… The tassel which can not be weaved… I’m a unique tribe of my own,
Strolling alone, along the desolat… After a stormy night, when the hel… The thunders left their tell tale… When I saw a moth wiggling in the… Her colorful wings now lost to the…