The murky waters of the river were putting on a hue of grey as our boat ‘Bijoya’ bobbed up and down violently. The gusts were growing stronger. I could see rumbling clouds approaching from the south. A guffaw escaped by...
I don’t need your words for company Neither do I long for your emails I just need your silence And your shadow trails
You got stars on your skin And snowflakes in your dream. Your eyes, the glistening sparkles upon the meandering morning stream…
Bridges of wood have long been burnt, A trail of lies and truths unheard unspoken unaccounted for Supine yet paramount
Some thoughts are never frozen, Ideals are all rigid, not seized. Inspiration airs the burning coal, Neither they wait, nor awaits the goal. One who dreams through action,
I stood there, in the rain, With bloodied hands and heart filled with pain. I stood still, as I couldn’t run away For what I did, I had to pay.
After having walked all day, The surveyors note reads: Ridge roads are mirrors This is a stone age, not the awakening