Instead of reaching deep Into the ground, you hung all your roots On your twigs in the wild open, trying To absorb both air and light directly
If a landscape shifts my shape That soil can carve me out Drooling and sprouting honey lilacs Sown last summer
It is quite compulsory on the part of a newly conceived idea to be scared and hesitated in its unabated peeping from the womb to light for watching a through pass leading to a house
Silence is poetry written by air on the mind – Breathing sense to the soul; To accord oranges in an oculus, And grant vision to the blind. Eternal rumblings of the soothsayer – Saying you should capture the seconds; The...
It’s to be believed or not But a human body is to be flown Like a kite in the sky Caused by the restlessness of brain And its tumbling down to knee Making head blank and weightless And body light...
It’s a cold morning. Foggy. I don’t know where I am. For reasons unknown, I haven’t worn anything warm. I’m shivering, even more from anticipation. A Wagtail is perched on the branch of a Hibiscus tree.
An innocuous is quite objectionable For living somehow in a forest That whisper in his ears ‘’Might is right’’
Does something going wrong make us hungry for more misfortune? Is it the chance for a fight or is it the chance to give it all up? Whatever the hunger is for, it brings us closer to the biggest part...
Deep within the realm of uncertainty, Where only nothingness could bring tranquility; I saw the pupils of her eyes. They were expanding-
What if we never learnt to measure time? If men never reached their prime? If enacting laws was the biggest crime? If Bombs resonated like wind chime? And Death tasted like a dash of lime?