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
In response to the Tuesday Prompt at the GodogGoCafe As we drank and gulped the last two shots of tequila burning down my throat and numbing the pain that I have to endure from this day and ever It was part celebration and part funeral for our love memoir A celebration of all the precious joyous … Continue reading Aftertaste
“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche If I drink and lick that sweet wine that elixir dripping from your fingers it will resurrect all my ashen dreams lying lifeless in my graveyard of thoughts it will resurrect me and bring me down will take out the nails and un-crucify … Continue reading Desire