That moment when some read you, but respond not even after giving them a piece of your mind That dilemma when you always used to read their silence, but this time their silence is muting your heart That bewilderment when they keep leaving yourself guessing while you were hoping to hear back That feel when… Read More »
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 »
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 »
You can’t see me because I’m the fog hugging you madly You can’t escape the wake I’m forming around you wildly You can’t know where I’m as I’m the field filling you totally But you only can feel me as You are only reflecting me None can mirror me better than you You are the… Read More »
She hears him saying I love you On letting her curl up with a book On reaching out first after a fight On wrapping his arms around her On assuring her laps to rest upon On playing footsie on the couch On staring at her eyes after a kiss And even on his way of teasing
Something was deeply torn inside her By an intense feeling of emptiness Eyes were brimming with tears With the least sparks for life Even so she bottled up emotions While falling into a dark black hole Where time has got frozen forever, And emptiness has taken over. She reached at the core in a… Read More »