Please, close the doors of your bedroom the next night you are sleeping,I often walk through the dead halls ,with the potraits glaring at me from the walls,and the cold, cold floor thawing my feetand the pillars standing on my way,What are you all trying to stop?I trip , I trip twice on the corners […]Read More Sleepwalking
The hyenas and the lions had left
The bones , pieces of skin lying,
I was a dead carcass
Lying face down on the ground
That I laugh in colours,
So I pluck those colours,
and pack them in pills-
red pills, blue pills, green pills
And slide them towards you.
So did you bury,
the skin of all the people you have been?
Or the dead body of an old lover?
Miracle! There is love in this worldly randomness,
Symphony out of cacophony is what love can harness.
And then I race over the rosewood,
Even I need the sunlight well and good.Read More Liana
The door creaked, I stepped in.
The dusty door mat.
The plastic daisies in the dull old vase.
On the wall, the torn collage
Buried under the pages of times
We still echo the rhetoric rhymes.
We took birth under the shady Oak tree
And multiplied whenever our creator was free.
To look into someone’s eyes and tell them that they are art, is in itself an art that few of us master. To make someone see the colours blooming inside them rather than drawing black and white sketches of their flaws, is like creating a benevolent masterpiece. To remind your loved ones that their love […]Read More You are art
Its intriguing how we all desire to be ‘something’, and some of us want to be ‘everything’, yet none of us is contended with the idea of ‘nothing’. . . We want to cross the seven seas; yet we wont waste time frolicking in its joyful shore and breathing the salty air. . . We […]Read More Nothing?