I took a deep breath filling my lungs entirely with the mystic smell that seem to have diffused entirely into the air. Like a dream,I was absorbed and as I felt awake, i was immediately startled and awestuck to find myself drooling over the bedrest with a book on my chest. The aroma is equally… Continue reading Smell of Roses!
I had almost forgotten that ticklish feel i got from a call of his. He has sublimed from my memory as the smoke from burning camphor, but like the camphor he has sublimed leaving behind a strong sweet smell. His face though lightly formed in hazy shape over the rising smoke. And in the past… Continue reading Dear Friend,
The color is red, No, not this red, A shade darker Not a russian red though, I wanted a mauve, But I tried a wine shade, followed by rust coral, Oh the heart pondered And mingled from color to color, One To another and yet another, But finally it rested on sensational red. But no… Continue reading Red Lips
Sometimes we donot feel like getting out of the bed, the warm embrace of the blanket is too soothing to risk for an aimless day ahead. Nothing in the world could motivate me, you could, but there you're living a thousand miles away from my heart,a bad dream has some potential but the prospect of… Continue reading Don’t pull away the blanket.
And here I am, lying in the bed all evening, staring blankly at the bulb on the opposite wall. The light is bright, piercing my eyes, but I forget to blink. The pain is satisfying, tears are making their way and I am not sure if its the brightness or the stark darkness in my… Continue reading Fire and hell.
Love me but never hold my hand, that's all I ask of men who ought to fall in love Donot laugh or cry around, don't you ever dare to care. That's the most I hate of people who tend to fall in love. Count on me, For you might need any help But never beseech… Continue reading Love Me.
Destiny? Have you ever seen your destiny infront of you, moving, talking and breathing? Is your destiny made of meat and flesh, smells of spilt whiskey and has it ever asked you to look over the balcony and find it? Does your destiny talk of far fetched lands, of Jordan and Red sea, of camels… Continue reading DESTINY
Let the wind blow and hit my face, Knock me off my feet, And sway me by the lovely hills, Could this be the end of the world; Because I miss, I miss... that little black mole Meekly hiding behind the left hump of a nose, Or because I love you, And I cannot say… Continue reading The End?