sitting at home, everything is fine, as the days pass by one by one, some long, some slow; I talk to myself quiet and low, elegies of my heart and soul… a shiver, a sigh, soft words whispered in the dark, my senses are mixed already, unable to differentiate between

it all started with a dream, just a tiny little seed, planted within the realm of the subconscious where my (our) heart lies; a desire to have a good life, to love and be loved, together with the one who completes this circle of existence; standing hand in hand under the twilight sky

darkness spreads and the city lights flickered on one by one, on a cloudy cool night, perched all the way above, the view was magnificent; lonely raindrops falling from the clouds hanging overhead, the insects swarming around the light, next to me, she sits holding my soul captive, her eyes

disconnected from the world tonight with my mind blank and seemingly shut tight this emptiness that i feel all around me, seems all the more familiar; choking me from the inside, my heart bundled up in my throat, i could not say a word, speechless, is all that i have

Every word of his fills me with glee Every stare of his energizes me He has oxygenized my dying soul And stole my heart on whole! Every unspoken word of his conveys a song Every smile of his showers affection The magic of this relation has been so strong My

Oh wary heart of mine It’s time to Rise and Shine! Let go off the past and do not take a U-Turn Live the moment of your choice Rewind the past only to learn and deafen the hurting noise! Oh wary heart of mine..Rise and Shine! Pray God for the

Your smile lightens my heart and soul I find excuses only to ping you and strike a dialogue for nothing Wish we shared some more sweet nothings As I notice your name flashing on my mobile, my eyes sparkle and my voice sweetens more than anything All I want is

thoughts flow through my head, as i wait to find the place where i belong, waiting in line for a long time, my patience slowly ebbing away; searching for a way to find that special place for me, that place where i can fly, the place where i feel free,

watching the full moon shining brightly up in the dark sky i can’t resist drawing a parallel to my life; one complete circle it has come, what started as a small thing has now been completed and finished with the next stage already in motion; just like a full moon,

Lost in a world so full of rights, Nobody cares to see my plight. Born as a child filled with a want, I am still the female gene nobody wants. Excluded from society Here I stand loosing my dignity. What more could i ask for than a life, But now

i sit here watching the twinkle of the stars, the full moon in its beauty, in the cool night breeze; a feeling so strong, yet said very less, a emotion that whirls around like a tornado, but expressed not even a whisper; as the gentle breeze tried to play a

My memory is a Polaroid picture left in the sun. The scene is discolored and warped, and I’m left with only an abstract memory as if I had heard the story second hand. But in the language of my heart the events are crystalline. I scaled the wall of a

a dream come true, on the verge of achieving the pinnacle of the only summit that i have not conquered till date, my joy knew no bounds; i am not a speaker, nor i express my happiness as freely as everyone else, but then that is me; unmoved by emotions,

The blue sky stretches far across the tepid marshland. A delicate amethyst which surrounds the crouching sun signals every cloud to it’s place along the horizon. She stands still, focused on the beauty of a days’ decay, as a calm descends upon her with the weight of a falling star.

its midnight and my eyes just staring at the wall opposite no sleep, no dreams, i sit and watch the drama unfolding before me; like an empty canvas waiting for an artist i wait in anticipation wondering when and wondering why; i did all i could, so i believe so,

Can you peer through those eyes? The radiance must be blinding. As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand what the ancients must have felt, looking up toward the shimmering night sky. All the mysteries and wonders of life are clearly reflected, as is the light. And even if

Knowing that your door was always wide open in the prime, And still open to rest a sleepy  head at this end of time. Though not tied to wows promises and words of chain, And  forgotten bonds with not even your name, With ink stains all dried up with the

Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream, to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty! Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars, hoping for just