( Image Source: https://bucikah.deviantart.com/art/Lost-dreams-in-a-lost-season-276261307) The crisscross of white thread, In a circle, it went round 'n' round. The pearls shining in the light, Feathers twirled with the woosh. Hanging on the wall, Hidden from the bad eye, The dream-catcher lost. As another of the glass broke, With the menagerie of dreams, Behind the self, They … Continue reading Lost Dream
(Image Source: Fine Art America) The golden ring around the blue calm ocean of love sparkled as the waves crashed into each other with the thunderstorm of the argument happening. His eyes stared right into her soul. The greenish aura of the eyes reflecting the purity of the innocence as the argument was lost to … Continue reading Blue-Green
It was Black, but not Dark. It was Dark, but not Void. It was Everything containing, But not 'NOT'hing-ness. For it was there in my soul. The Dark, The Void, The 'NOT'HING-NESS! For it consumes the world. The Dark, The Void, The 'NOT'HING-NESS! Life has a purpose, Yet meaningless. Every action is a predetermined notion, … Continue reading ‘NOT’hing-ness
Oh my, this is so bad! Or wow! So good! How do you categorize something as bad or good? It is, somewhat like, saying that it is either black or white. Why not? Don't we associate emotions with colors. The main question which arises is - Is 'bad' or 'good' emotions? Well, the way we … Continue reading Bad or Good!
Pointed nails on the finger tips, Pointing all around, 360 degree, You! You! You! And You! Tick tock, Tick tock The hands on the clock ticked. Let's play - I Blame; The game. You and not me. Not you, but You. YOU! This and That; Here this and there that. Everyone plays, The Blame Game. … Continue reading I Blame
Two roses- black, white Swayed by the wind in the field Mingling pollen seeds Image source: Fine Art America
The one word that comes into our mind when we think of Strangers is DANGER. It is not something wierd or unusual to think of, but the one thing that we forget in this rush of panic and fear is that these strangers are also the ones who turn into our friends. We meet strangers … Continue reading Strangers.
(Image reposted from Google) Time- tick tocked, The darkness creeped more, One step by step, One hand by hand, The clock took, Why regret? Yes or No, Maybe or Not, Inky Pinky Ponky - Oh NO!
Hot tea in designer cup, A packet of Marie on the side, Family sitting together, four cups, Me being the one to make it, Me being the one to witness, The boiling of water, The intimacy of Cardamom, The sugary land, The naughtiness of tea leaves, And the disturbance of milk. As the water … Continue reading A Cup of Tea
The red blotch like a red rose in a garden, It decorating the already dried stain. As I wake up, the Red Sea crosses my mind, The date coming near. The single red spot like paint splattered canvas, The canvas of white, yellow, blue, green rainbow, Relieving my mind and my soul from the doom. … Continue reading Ode to the Blood-Stain on my Bedsheet