What lies beneath


The dusty leaves of the childhood diary No pain or stain, least bit scary  The forbidden fruit , willfully chose Dreams set to sail, never to reach the shore. That’s life’s beauty, as the wise would view, But then, you saved none of me, I better bury some of you.  Rusty nails that pins one…

Pain and Poet


  You see her cry for loss of words Words that paint her pain in white You see him whimper, last words to love Love that lured and left him broke You see them both grab a pen Pen from which all love would ebb The words would heal the wounds they thought They covered…

And you walked in


  Oii 🙂 , You knew what you were signing up for. So don’t complaint if it gets verbose. It might sound more like an article than a letter at places (Pages are places). But still, you need no warning. So, here comes a story which I have always wanted to tell you. It goes…

Coming Of Age


The inward travel, in search of the long lost you. The deeper you dive, the darker it gets. All those pains, in phases life spew. Those adolescent learning from days of fret. You wade through the known looking for unknown. Following a map whilst truth is uncharted. This crass lasts a little long, And all…

Colourless


      With no one to observe, will sky still be blue? With no one to impose,will everything you believe still hold true? Be wary of what is being said and the light that is being shed, For in colours you were bred and by nature they tend to spread.     A room…