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 a dream within a dream When you suspended in the mid-air between the … Continue reading Surreal


Truth – a master sculptor

First Published in Visual Verse Vol5 Chapter 12 Truth, a convoluted river exists in the deepest of the ravine like the glistening ends of the skies it shines and glimmers in the darkness /a beacon of hope/ for the crestfallen souls when the darkness is sculpted in our benign existence screaming for hope a dream so divine. Truth, cuts … Continue reading Truth – a master sculptor


I'm getting enraged constantly irked by the  inconsistencies in life bothered by the roadblocks ups and downs and inequality small glitches  and bumps and those  occasional stops  which hinders  forms a patina to its   constant glow knocks down the  its ebb and flow   Hung between  the tranquil and the turbulence  leaves with me  the frustration  … Continue reading Pause

And here I am…My Blog First Anniversary

My role in society, or any artist or poet’s role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all. – John Lennon   I'm feeling so excited and elated to finally reach the … Continue reading And here I am…My Blog First Anniversary