What’s the value of these roses, In front of your beauty, Praising your rose like face, Is my foremost duty. 🌹 The way you smile is, Heart warming to me, These roses have no value, For you my honey. 🌹 It’s look like your face, When it blossoms, It’s look like your smile, When this …
Have you ever loved someone, Should I ask you? Let me confess a secret, That I fell in love with you. 🌹 You’ll not understand- dear! What happens, When you depart from – My heart, what happens. 🌹 When you’re not near me, All around, I fill you, To prove my feelings, I confess that …
World around cradles in , Hues of night turning dark , It is at this witching hour The insomniac me prowls…. Sometimes the writer , Sometimes a reader , Into fantacy and philosophy , Fiction and more Or just Netflix or Prime , All the way till time of dawn A tired mind and soul …
The world through my lens, Is a cacophony of silence, The monotony of living , Is proof of living dead The monochrome vividity , Is the last of what remain of this fragile creation….. And i watch , the collective descent into the abyss of existence To live , because we can , It is …
The manifested screenplay, created in a certain way, by a conscious few, others being the unconscious crew. Yet what an artistry! with a perfect blend of auric hues. Given a canvas and a palette, pouring the colors, you paint your fate. Unravelling the unresolved, the portrayal becomes your experience, and the awakening consciousness enlightens your …
Somewhere in my heart, there’s a vanity room to my escape, embracing all my broken parts; where I can shed all my worries with absolute zero thought of getting judged or questioned back. I feel you there, in the curtains, swaying to and fro with the air; in the pillows, absorbing my griefs and the …
// The Window has stories. Outside the window there are stories, the stories I have tried to tell you. In the darkest night, the streetlight stands alone, and two shadows give it a company. When the piano touches his lips, the melodious tune begins to float in the waves of wind. Her red gown has …
Having fear of dying Time can snatch my life Tomorrow, today or now I have to down my bow. Have to go miles Want to be cause of smiles I know Any moment I will be a had Before that I want to love. I’m counting my breaths Ten, nine, eight,,,,,,, and one I wish …
