She chose him over everyone and he caged her in It’s all her fault. She gave him the key to her happiness And forgot how
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It was my love always forcing me to get the book “A dew chimes” printed. So finally, it’s done. A dew chimes is published as
After a long while, a poetry wrote me I was hibernating in a misty forest while the words were delineating the unheard rhythm of my
With the advent of digitization, there are many books which you can listen to. But what about books listening you..? Yes, books can hear you!
It has been 8+ months since I published my poetry book, A dew chimes. Many of my readers and friends were requesting a physical copy
An interview… For poetry being taken to an anthology!! So honored to be one among the great poets/writers of Volume 2 – Reflections & Revelations.
I didn’t mean to unfriend you.. I can still hear your soul seeking mine, the vibes of soul connections but I lack that courage to
People say, this is me. I’m not going to change for anyone. If you cannot adjust me, get away. Well, no offense. But just a
A trillion words are whirling in my head behind a non-syllabic lyric called silence. But it is in you my soul feels the poetry which
Don’t try to understand me I’m beyond your passing fantasies Don’t try to judge me I don’t need your validations Don’t try to play with
She is an imperfect thief who steals stardust from the empty space to weave poetries of infinite permutations in her own ways. You can see
Dear me, How are you doing? Me too fine.. Loading to 2023.. hand flipping the 2022 calendar to 2023 year You remember, I was in
“Life is too strange to take it too serious” As you grow older you realize it becomes less important to take the life too seriously
Some connections never leave your nerves. There are some special people who imprints such unforgettable feelings within our minds. It happens even in this blogging
Cry if you want to! Are you forcing yourself to stay calm or atleast not to cry? Are you refraining from venting out? Are you
She loved the sky, all of its tones. But she could rarely watch the sky. As she was having a thick canopy of dense forest
I started to feel like I am everywhere while nowhere. I have everything while nothing.. Am I enjoying some state of quantum schizophrenia? I’m trying
No matter how imperfect we are, and unmatching we are I can not give up on you. If you too felt it.. When I saw
People ask me, how much will you get from book sales And I reply “lots of happiness & loads of smile“ Being recognized.. Being read..
the way you need to be loved is a myth in your head.. there is nothing like that.. after all love is a sensible nonsense