Rings on my beard
I grew them when I renounced pleasure pleasure of zooming a ferrari past the king’s convoy pleasure of munching the tastiest meat sleeping on bed of gold & covered by
Beauty of Uncertainty
Confused Over a pile of thoughts Covered by a sheet of desire The more I swim in that heap The more I desire Looking to connect the links Comprehend and
Standing on the edge
I am standing on the edge of time One side was the blessed weekend When the air was pure Unadulterated happiness The joy of a night out Or a party
The flower in rain
Beads of life touch my soul on a misty monsoon morning they hit me hard, kiss my cheeks without a warning lush green leaves amplify my beauty enthroning the lonely
The statue
Swollen eyes, sticky hair, mouth full of blood Lie an old man, near the pedestal of a dilapilated statue tattered clothes, same as the colour of dirt with an aluminium
Happiness
Eyes closed, The sound of heart Resonates, reverberates, beats and fades off I was standing near the window with teary vision, a wide expanse of human toxins Broken hearts, broken
MY PEARL
I was running on an empty street barefoot over stones and hard water droplets shooting from different shapes of cotton black, blue and grey, stacked one over the other as
When God spitted…
Early morning when I left for office, I was wondering how much do I have to drench in sweat in search of a rick. The air was humid, the sky
Lets transpose emotions..
I have not studied psychology nor philosophy. However I believe that the hardships of life force us to think like a philosopher and imagine things which can never be true