Memory

It was my sunshine even in my gloom, all my cracks seemed to smile And my demons ran away. Only by mere figment about you. . Wish I can get hold of your hand, And be under your shade till I die, Life has unpredictable discourse, I know behind every laugh, Behind every silent You

Poetry is you.

Poetry is not just the words, poetry is you. Poems do not speak, speaketh what is you. It speak to the world in silent words, Even though the mouths remain shut. . I have pain, longing, desires & epiphanies, And soulful words soujouring in my larynx.. While it comes to mouth in ominous shy. And

A Poem.

Under the mauve sheet layered intricately, The hearts painted with raging blood, From the tale of Romeo Juliet to till now, All those died cause of love. Those pompous pillers, and stairways, Hearts Serenading the rosy apparition. . Entangled, espoused were gallant bloods, Treaded the roads of desert for the Ocean of love. Lively-history and

He who knows it all. (A duet)

This comes in collaboration with a person who wish to remain reticent because of some untold reasons. I wish to reveal the name and that’s why it’s only a wish. Wishes rarely come true. But that person is  cool and have an amazing personality.   Here we go.   Pen and paper, brushes and canvas

A duet

In collaboration with  soiba. Her subtle nature is what reflects on  her blog, which is unique and worth reading. Lucky to have her by my side as a friend . Her poems and prose reflect life and her thought process is wonderfully profound and pristine. Please do follow her I am sure you all will

Mirrors.

In collaboration with Novus lectio I am gladly presenting you with this poem, I hope you all will like it. 1. Mirrors all around , Each reflecting our rays. Forming obscure images, Some brightened some promiscuous. But alas , not real . My images dont reflect me, I never meant to be this, Apparently it

A dream.

As the blossoming flowers I  saw you, A chalice full of your ardor Caused a mayhem as I sipped in My heart turned into your aurum. . .   Among the horde of faces I saw a pearlescent shine Gave birth to amorphous dreams, Hoped to see you as mine. . .     Birth

Love*

(please if you can listen to this song and then proceed) Was that your love?  You never told me,  How much you loved me.  And you kept looking at me.  And I went away and away, faraway!! .      Was that your love?  Whenever you stood there for me.  And that voice that was

revelation

Echos in the ripples of the consigning wave. Kept calling your name with fortitude. Marvelling at your shadowed sight. . . You felled down, bowed like hypocrites. And then expected a return to show that face. You poured down of what you were feeded, You remained in the boxes that were given. . . Things

Love #3. Apparition.

  Oh dear glad you found me, Was shackled by the shadowy beasts, In those aeons of trials ‘n tribulations I interred in a cascade  bartered, Surely your hands so feebly strong, That it hold be right.      Oh dear dont be crazy at me, I looked upon your silhouette, As you walked passed