(2013)
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…
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?
Woke-up to the strumming noise of… Don’t know how my arms reached ove… And fingers caressed them when I’… Wonder what tunes I played before… Only the silence in the air could…
In a world where change remains un… Of the irregular patterns that are… I fear the fear and wonder the won… When I saw a dead plant sprung ba… From the roots where life remains…
Bothered by the brightness, Bored with the singing angels, My bewildered soul went to Lord,… May I go and visit your other cre… Lord pondered, and took minutes tw…
An act that was caught in the act, May not be an act that you might h… Cos behind every act there lies it… So, before you react to judge an a… Just take a moment to find the fac…
You came like a blessing from the… And changed me and my world, like… That fell on the parched floor, And turned the barren earth, Into an Eden of lush, green galor…
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…
Are you the personification of lov… Or Love the personification of yo… I wonder why, whenever I think of… The impalpable becomes palpable, The imperceptible becomes percepti…
I opened my eyes and scanned my ro… I heard a voice asking me, “Where… Pushed the blankets and I put my… I heard the floor asking me “where… Laughed and shook my head,
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…
When the oaks turned red When the maples turned yellow, And the willows almost fall asleep… I saw the pines with their cones o… Still green and swaying in the bre…
Time split us into two, And Tide swept us through, Time and tide waits for none, May be that is true, But through the time and the tide,
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,
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…