Gold turns to black, time starts to roll. A roller-coaster ride, on a sky of twinkling moles. The Desert dresses up for the time of her life; under a crystal-laden ceiling like a newly-wed bride. The wind breaks up into pieces like dew on a pink primrose, and shines with unabashedness just before her eyes close. A colourful caravan rests, near... Continue Reading →
Backdoors
The grass was a light summer-green, and the front gate was open, white picket fence, shrubbery, a swing, and a tall stout tree. The open door waited for him each day. He’d return home, promptly place his coat on the sofa, yes, sofa; and walk through the house to the backyard to play with the... Continue Reading →
Amen
I say I want a canvas to paint my heart's ire at night; You hear my refrain and hand me a plum-coloured sky. I say I'll walk down that road, only if you walk along; You heed my obstinacy, and give me a nature's song. I say when I am down and blue, I want... Continue Reading →
Effervescence
Sometimes, I write just 4 lines. Mostly in my bus to keep myself occupied. I like doing so. On this particular day, when I was feeling down in the dumps, I wrote the following: A dried petal; and a rustic song. A forsaken hut; and a field of rye. A forlorn note; and a gushing... Continue Reading →
T for Truth
The twinkling of its mesmerizing and captivating eyes, Brought a smile on her exasperated and time worn face. The innocent, calming and soothing smile on its lips, Brought her tempestuous heart to find itself in peace. The simple movements of its limbs and itself, Was better than watching dancers skate or swimmers swim. The bliss,... Continue Reading →
P for Penchant
Our conversations start with long stares, And end with half smiles, Long walks with friends, An excuse to watch you again. Your voice, a baritone, Warm and assuring, Your denims and white tee, Your hands strong, The sinews on your arms, Your long strides which slow down, As soon as you see me. We know... Continue Reading →
M for Metonymy
Mirror It falls upon a rock and breaks itself apart. Is it another wave of the sea; or is it my naïve heart? Mime On the golden grains of the ocean bed, under the full moon hanging in the sky; stay quietly, those unsaid words, within a distance of you and I. Mockery The last... Continue Reading →
A for Amour
I want to be the song that touches your lips each day I want to be the breeze that rushes through your hair I want to be the sunshine to brighten up your hours I want to be Betty on the cover on that comic book of yours I want to be the prayer that... Continue Reading →
Bruises
The sketches paint my unsaid rue, and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue. It could have been, was it for me to decide; So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
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