(2014)
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…
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,
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…
Woke-up to the noise, When a beam of darkness fell heavi… And broke into pieces the colorful… That, I spread carefully on the f… At dawn the day before!
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…
Wonder how sun bakes the sand with… Wonder how oceans reach the skies… Wonder how snow climbs down withou… Wonder how roads find their footst… Wonder how winds navigate without…
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,
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,
The vibrant colours, and the vivac… When kissed by the sun and caresse… They shine, they shimmer, they gli… But wonder why they always cast a… Even in the face of brightest, sun…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
