The wind seduces leaves,
to hear its own melody;
Leaves seduce the sun,Continue reading Hues of Seduction
The wind seduces leaves,
to hear its own melody;
Leaves seduce the sun,Continue reading Hues of Seduction →
As a person with name
i am
how you see me.Continue reading Identity: Varied Shades of Life →
If I were to ask, who you are,
would you know—an illusion,
a shadow, an encased soul
or a prisoner of certitudes?Continue reading If I were to ask… →
Worldly wisemakes me ice,words are lostin the smogof the workfor the world. Can’t then write,makes me cry,want to fightday and night,decibel risegives a high. Then comes rain,storm and hailof peace and calm,words unarmeddance on the tipsof fingers and lips. And so it goesto come for moreagain and againthe cycle containsa steady rhythm,Catch it and run.
In love with Death,she smiles every morning,chores feel like flowersof the wreath, so lovedby the lover; so frightening,to the world, but for her,he was handsome and caressing. A prince of the dark, this loverhas no qualms, goes from oneto the other, of any age, genderor religion; never returning,consummating fully; leavingnothing for late, while she waitslovingContinue reading And So The Happy Woman Dies… →
What’s a new year?Or any other landmark dayfor that matter?Just another day?A change of date?Or a break from the daily chores,As mechanically we go on,Fulfilling responsibilities,For us and the world,Without any sense of purpose. So stop, think and dream,Find things that really mean,And keep you awake,Even in your sleep. It’s a mean world,Selfish and self-centered,ItContinue reading Stop, Think & Dream →