There was a time when I used to explore the village sides the small mounds around, the rivers and the beaches and the bougainvillea streets There was a time I was so used to solo travels, the most liberating the soul pushing the self out of my comfort zone stretching the mind to fly like… Read More »
It’s an honor to be featured on THE SHORT OF IT. Thank you so much to Susi Bocks who is a great writer, truly open and honest. You can check out the haiku here. For those who are not familiar with Haiku, Lemme keep a note. Haiku is nothing but a moment captured in a… Read More »
I need to fly I need to fly to paint my sky I need to fly over the cities over the villages, over the canopies into the forest, into the ocean I need to feel it consciously at the edge of wakefulness and sleep. Floating with clouds, hovering over the mountains I need to travel… Read More »
more than giving hope, hope being you matters more than thrilling in love, filling in love matters more than hearing the untold, speaking to unfold matters more than forgetting or forgiving, moving forward matters more than the anticipated, the thrill of uncertainties matters more than convincing them to stay, liberating them matters more than being… Read More »
Two souls at the opposite shores And an ocean of tie-in ‘tween carrying a long held notion of oneness interwoven into a single continuum A sacred soul contract in their wild ride an innate force acting over any distance just prepare for a boarding party when they are landing on the soul Mesmerizing connections, its… Read More »
My bougainvillea was having a blooming dilemma And then me asked what went wrong She said “I’m being cared too much, watered too much I need the minimum just minimum Please stop over-caring me” And then I left her alone Hoping her back soon with a blooming surprise !!
I’m not scared of a staring contest with a cobra But when it’s you, I can’t It’s not about winning as none of us could take the eyes off But when you sink into my dew eyes like the roots digging into the deep soil I’m just afraid.. Afraid of my soul being exposed Afraid… Read More »
Every morning he goes to the waterfall where the rainy clouds hold his melting mind where the misty buds hum his waiting tales where the yellow tulips have the aroma of love Every morning he goes to the waterfall where he met her last Every morning he goes to the waterfall and comes by evening… Read More »
I am a wanderer floating all around, Decoding signals from the Nature. I don’t care if anyone watches me as I am Marching to the beats of my mind drum. I have my own streams with soulful waves Which are beyond any social norms or mores. Lemme live hoping to break my seeds on a… Read More »