(2012)
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,
You are just the focus, but not my… Like the objects that I see, but… My love is mine, which lives deep…
Darker side of the light is a “Sh… Its the light but not the darkness… Either Light in the darkness 0r d… Ends up in a deep dark colour call… And shadow perse is an oxymoron!!
Feeling your lips, On my fingertips, Running along the curved rims, Frisking the contours, And caressing their velvet tips,
I always wonder and ponder, Whether the one who never touched… Is sensible enough to feel the tex… Whether the one who never water th… Is eligible enough to relish the d…
A day in fall, just like another, I stepped out in the gloomy weathe… To stroll around and catch a breat… I passed by the churchyard on my w… And I thought of death as ugly an…
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…
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..!
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…
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…
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…
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,
Ocean can wait but not rivers, Banks can wait but not waves, Sails can wait but not winds, Skies can wait but not clouds, Mirror can wait but not images,
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?
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,…