(2013)
Caught in between vision and visua… Is vision the sight of a moving fl… And visualization the sight of a f… Is seeing the movements in reality… And seeing the moments in imaginat…
It was well past midnight and the… Although lying in my bed, I could… I lay gazing at the memories piled… My gaze scattered and the silence… When the dead of the night tremble…
Woke-up to the noise, When a beam of darkness fell heavi… And broke into pieces the colorful… That, I spread carefully on the f… At dawn the day before!
Sliced by the grass blades, Stung by the pine needles, Struck by the sharp stones, oh, wind why do you take all the b… But why do you still flow?
You came like a blessing from the… And changed me and my world, like… That fell on the parched floor, And turned the barren earth, Into an Eden of lush, green galor…
When needle sharp fangs sunk into… I nicked my body with the swipe of… And let the blood flow and allowed… Cos I know that the wound will he… And the pain wouldn’t last long,
It is still December the end of a… But the beginning of another, Of the time when trees are covered… Of the time when leaves of green a… Nestled warm and cozy on the couch…
Walked into the crowded room, Dodging the stares of few darting… Listening to the wafting whispers… Fastened in the secluded corner of… I kept staring at a pair of eyes t…
Know that this feeling is not true… Know that this feeling is a true l… Know that this feeling is a lie th… Like the lie of your abstract pres… And the reality of your physical a…
Spread your wings and fly, Over the shambles and roofs of tor… To placate the pain and build the… Spread your wings and fly, To offer comfort and solace,
Hour by hour and over and over, I tilted the hour glass when dripp… But I could never get whether the… Or the ticking time follows the dr… I knocked the hour glass from the…
Wonder how sun bakes the sand with… Wonder how oceans reach the skies… Wonder how snow climbs down withou… Wonder how roads find their footst… Wonder how winds navigate without…
A day in fall, just like another, I stepped out in the gloomy weathe… To stroll around and catch a breat… I passed by the churchyard on my w… And I thought of death as ugly an…
If I could ever see a twinkling s… But I still wonder how far it cou… Staring wildly at every passing mo…
Intrigued by the faces and their f… Inspired by the colours and their… Inscribed sketches of them on the… Inline to the outlines of the colo… Inked and imbued the inlines, in h…