“To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect” ― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility Behind a closed door Inside a long beautiful veil After a long wait a glimpse of him through that passing train Pacing up and down the corridors waiting to hear that soulful cry Looking up and down the list … Continue reading Expect
How many times have you been mistaken for someone else in a crowd or when you are missing someone so dearly that you are constantly looking for bits of him in other people.I guess " The out of sight, out of mind" analogy doesn't work for the people who are longing for their lost ones.Love always leaves a deep impression on your soul, which is hard to forget. Love reflects in mysterious ways.
We are so perfect about managing our imperfections Watching them grow every day Making sure that they have been cared properly We are so keen to bring out the flaws in everyone Forgetting about our own flawed mortality We are so eager to dive deep into the oblivion Chest thumping about out snowflake level existence … Continue reading Man-The Imperfectionist
P.S: This thought has been inspired by my blogger friend Shantanu
Poetry Performed in the WildSound Festival. Here is the link to the video. Floating and gliding endlessly with my languid self and ephemeral heart bending time like those molten clocks touching that gossamer truth with the touch of my fingertips so fleeting the enchanted filigree living on the edge between the edges of the reality dreaming … Continue reading Poem “Surreal”- Performed in the Wildsound Festival, Los Angeles
Soft murmurs in my soul those fleeting whispers which drowns the cacophony of my tumultuous mind a break, rip and a tear here and there and emotions come flying out like the caged birds, fireflies trapped in a jar ready to soar high in the cerulean skies or take a dip in your crimson love, messengers … Continue reading Memories