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
I used to cherish diaries….
Dear Friends, From today, I have decided to write something on this web page, something which titillates me from my day to day activities and I want to share them