An unknown niche. (Poem).

I can see stars falling from the sky Slowly but eventually. I always wanted them to be there to emblish the sky, but Alas!! . Seeing my thoughts falling apart, Pieces by pieces, slowly withering away. . My puerile attempt for the smile, sublimed, Reminding me that i was just a sovereign solivagant. And nobodyContinue reading “An unknown niche. (Poem).”

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. AndContinue reading “Poetry is you.”

Glitter but not gold. (Poem)

Somewhere sometimes In the midst of solitary night , Where the darkness seemed, To pinch, I stood there, ’cause I like the comauflaging night. Where it blankets me beautifully. . Street lamps there it stood with, Shimmery pale light; yellow, It harboured insects for a night And in dawn lied dead, parallel. It wasn’t moon;Continue reading “Glitter but not gold. (Poem)”

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 andContinue reading “A Poem.”

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 canvasContinue reading “He who knows it all. (A duet)”

Sticky downhill… 

Time to venture out and swim in the sea,  Elements, elixirs  that maketh thee.  Certain clocks that stopped ticking  Tis not the time, it’s constantly  marching,  Tis tiriding at my slumber state,  Smashing against the tyranny that upholds,  Though my eyes were open  Never had I opened the third one,  Until now, I see theContinue reading “Sticky downhill… “