“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.
The dimming street lights cast a long shadow you are taking long strides to keep the demons away from catching up to you You are hiding your soul saving it Not ready to make a deal with with the devil yet the flickering light in your heart is giving you way While the night engulfs … Continue reading Street Lights
What if the day never ends and sun never sets on the horizon the time never moves it just floats and loves stays in the sweet embrace uninterrupted What if the day never ends and lovers are not split apart the sweet fragrance of the reunion keeps seeping in the air What if the day … Continue reading Wishful thinking
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
This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry.Please read it here.Rain. Pitter Patter as it drops slowly seeps into my soul and make its home with every word, syllable I create and morph as my quill dances on the papyrus it drenches my soul leaving behind that petrichor an effervescence an everlasting fragrance it spreads … Continue reading Rain
When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me … Continue reading Voice