Dear Friend,

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,


Red Lips

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