Washed away are my doodles on the… Withered away are my inscriptions… Blown away are my footprints on th… But lasts forever are your memorie… Forever imprinted on my soul..!
The difference between a glass and… Is perhaps the same as the distanc… Glass when I frame it over an ima… Mirror when an image forms on its… Former is the way I look into my…
Ocean can wait but not rivers, Banks can wait but not waves, Sails can wait but not winds, Skies can wait but not clouds, Mirror can wait but not images,
Bothered by the brightness, Bored with the singing angels, My bewildered soul went to Lord,… May I go and visit your other cre… Lord pondered, and took minutes tw…
When the stillness of silence is d… When the brightness of light is bl… When the thickness of translucence… When the intensity of sense is num… I stand still in space and time, n…
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…
You are just the focus, but not my… Like the objects that I see, but… My love is mine, which lives deep…
When the tables are turned, And the cloud bursts into storm, When road reaches the hem of a cli… And life hits the rock bottom, When hope sinks into the abyss,
Woke-up to the strumming noise of… Don’t know how my arms reached ove… And fingers caressed them when I’… Wonder what tunes I played before… Only the silence in the air could…
When the footsteps suffered an une… The road to destination was left c… All that it needed was a pair of c… To ease the strain and appease the… Till life gets back to its feet an…
Give me your soul, Neither your body nor your heart, The heart is a body part, That vanishes when the soul depart… Your soul the only eternal part,
There are places I haven’t been, Many faces I haven’t seen, The smells I haven’t tasted, And the waters I haven’t tested, The sounds I haven’t heard,
The clear summer skies, with its s… Their shadows crawling over the lu… The busy bees, the grazing cows, t… The hedges over the edges, the tul… Their colours, the reds, the pinks…
I’M COLOURLESS BUT OPAQU… I’M TRANSPARENT BUT H… YOU CAN TAKE A PLUNGE…
I always wonder and ponder, Whether the one who never touched… Is sensible enough to feel the tex… Whether the one who never water th… Is eligible enough to relish the d…