This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry.Read it here Those fleeting glances those eye contact never bothered me there were many in the crowded room, in the subway, in the clubs, on the dance floor They could never hold my gaze for too long none of them were that strong They could not … Continue reading Inflammable


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride so I love you because I know no other way than this where I does not exist, nor you so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close … Continue reading Oasis


"Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; enlightenment the salvation of the free." ---Bill Richardson My crestfallen soul roams around with a dejected look waiting to get entwined in your white moon with pure serendipity That dark cumulus clouds blocks my way and tries to steer me away from the path to redemption and pushing me in … Continue reading Polaris