Slowly and steadily I grew up Moderately and bitterly I laid foundations of my future past, Reluctantly I accepted almight’s cast At different cuts of my life My existent soul for survival strived, With every drumroll of joys and sorrows Old moments and memories were like a bow and arrow As I stand by with […]
I thought you existed, In a shallow figure Deeply drenched & exhausted, Drown in your own dilemmas Sunk’d in your fear… Flowing away in time via tears, I thought you existed, In a shiny silver moonlight, Dancing in your own rhythm Looking through panorama view, Breathing through your thoughtful anthem, I thought you existed, In […]
A newspaper cutting seems alive only after a certain period of time. The yellowish page and the decaying quality of the paper seems so archaic in it self.
It’s not always about loving yourself Or to adore yourself It’s about knowing your existence, be it good or bad!!
A dream of loveA dream of passion Always ends up in desperation. A touch of you A feeling for you Always ends up in a mere satisfaction
It’s not about loving you, It’s not about feeling you It’s about knowing your existence with me.
The truth is Not in her eyes, The truth is Not in her tongue As the truth lies in her meaningful existence.