(2012)
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…
As I age, Some say its just a number, Other say, its a change, As I age, The picture would crease,
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 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…
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…
When needle sharp fangs sunk into… I nicked my body with the swipe of… And let the blood flow and allowed… Cos I know that the wound will he… And the pain wouldn’t last long,
Illusion and Reality share a stra… Neither they converge nor diverge, But live on a scale, at equal dist… And when one grows deeper the othe… But in the commotion of the shifti…
Came the pride and arrogance with… Along with the grandeur and opulen… Came the grief and predicament, un… Along with comeuppance and failure… Blinded both ways, in the light of…
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…
The saga of an endless tale, The events of a concatenated chain… Played on this stage time and agai… And recited over and over again! The bark breaks to give the way to…
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…
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…
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…
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,
When the facts are masked, And facades highlighted and praise… When something is destroyed unwitt… And someone innocent killed for wh… A truth is killed forever,