When the sun is not set and the moon is out It’s a different hue that is spelt out. The blue sky displays an orange shade as I stand on my terrace immersed in a similar glaze. The fiery Sun has calmed a bit as dusk approached, It made me realize, my being has enteredContinue reading “The Orange hue”
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Society
A lot remains unsaid, it’s the society.A lot is felt, but unexpressed, in a society.Trying to define love, it ridiculed the pangs felt by Meera, now dances in joy at her divinity, is the same society. Love has permanence, but where does the permanence lie? Does love change or just the object of its affectionContinue reading “Society”
Crossroads
Not knowing and Knowing of the soul,there is a long road between the two poles.We walk the path having no knowledge of the destination. But to walk is in our nature, in an attempt to understand the future.Not knowing is like a pig in the mud, wallowing in dirt and enjoying the slush. The journeyContinue reading “Crossroads”
The Forest
Have you ever stood in front of a deep dense forest and tried to see in the depths of it? Or ever wondered what lies inside? Is there anything that eludes our eyes? Have you been over-powered by the desire to find out that remains hidden from our view? Is there anything in the stillnessContinue reading “The Forest”
Look who’s watching!
Every morning the mirror waits, as I wake up and rush to wash my face. I look at my reflection with a beating heart. The image that forms decides how the day starts. Some days I am a beauty to reckon with…others I cringe at the sight that beckons me. There are days my faceContinue reading “Look who’s watching!”
Intimacy
Please leave the covers on…don’t remove it in front of others. Once the covers are off, everyone will see how dirty it is from inside. It is stained from the fluids that our bodies emit. It has the scars of the dreams we often visit. It is marked with all the ugly fights we had,Continue reading “Intimacy”
The window of life
From birth to birth this body is given to us which helps us see/understand this world, acting like a window.
Reluctant writer- Compulsive thinker
Its a wonder how the old vices are leavingBut I fear the new ones, that might creep inI know that I have not turned into a saint,darkness looms large in the pictures I paintI do try, and I know how much I strive,anything more from it I do not claim to deriveThis journey I haveContinue reading “Reluctant writer- Compulsive thinker”
life from thought to thought 