I have been told,That I am the black sheep I have been told,I am different, in the fleet. Is different wrong, If different was wrong then how would it be different. How would anything be? Only the multiple rehashed versions of the same blandness. White is a colour,And also absence of it. How would there…
The stories from the Pine.
The tall trees raise their brow,As if they are witnessing the show. Needle like leaves,Swaying in tandem, The winds jolting,And stopping at random. The fruits seated comfortable in ground,Done and dusted,Like they have had their round, Of highs and applause,Of the sway and pause, Content and tanned,Its been a lifetime. Running their errandsAnd playing the…
Scent of a book.
Escape my heart and put it into a cover. Dress it with words and marinate it with some nice shelf. Into some hands, now I look good too. I am now everything that you’ve got to do. Give me some eyes and I am ready to blink, Flipping pages, Touching the ink, Paint me the…
Concentrics
We live in concentrics. Revolving around. Shifting orbits. Ageing towards mortality. Shifting jobs, shuffling peeps. Getting into the shit deep, And calling it quantum leaps. If you would ever know, That the end was the start, And the start would have an end It’s not that you ask to stop the show any soon, It’s…
Its Spring
The spring is almost here. Nature thrives in beautiful manifestations. We witness the magic happen and invite you for the treat. The rhythm divine. Seasons are the symphony, Nature orchestrating, In Bud and Roots. With sparrows taking the vocal, Mother plays the flute. Beethoven inspired, Shakespeare dressed the words. The rhythm from Hosier, Was the…
The wood and stones.
I was lying by the river, The stone said to the wood. And I had seen you there since I was born. Said the wood to the stone. So lucky to have you throughout my life. Meh! I saw many. Said the stone. Well, it’s better than being by the river. I had my folks…
You.
Lost in your own head, a melody plays. Sometimes you’ve heard it before, sometimes it just sways The would be’s delight you, And the yellow on the cheeks brights The arms spread wide, Welcoming the world Gliding light. Here I come. The cold wind welcomes. You You, who is complete Sunshine marinated with love. You…
How about green?
So there’s this thing about the color that makes me feel so nice. As if the only color away from the simulation. Which somehow gets you the better of whatever it is. Either the source wanted us to have pleasure and gave them something as survival to the damage animals would do. The entire happiness…
We all have our inhibitions.
May be around self or dependent on external factors. When we choose, we get on the path of choice. And in this party, determination opens up all the locks which come in the way. Even if the key is not right, the power of intent is enough to make sure you have your locks unlocked….
Portraits from nowhere.
Aren’t we all existing in versions? Just because your choice of versions of yourself may be different from the standard set, does that mean they are wrong? Fiercely and unapologetically you. Cheers to your set of versions that make a beautiful and a unique you. You’re loved. And hated too. And that’s all okay because…