
Of meetings and unsaid things
the lonesome clouds
and the black bird that perches on their windowsills
day after day Continue reading Of meetings and unsaid things
the lonesome clouds
and the black bird that perches on their windowsills
day after day Continue reading Of meetings and unsaid things
Imposed he many a restraint on our lovestruck bhaijaan,
who shook them off with much aplomb.
Surely, true love conquers all. Continue reading Down the memory lanes…
Life is an ephemeral,
an ever flowing,
and an utterly unstoppable stream. Continue reading The stream that shan’t run dry
Eventually the thick veil of culture
simply dissolves… Continue reading En ensam liv
And wear away with the gentle Zephyr
With no trace of our existence… Continue reading En idealisk liv
Would it not be nice to meet us all soon?
Before each of us with our busy lives,
Diverge even more, albeit unconsciously; Continue reading Letters to a Friend – X
Time is like a black hole. It has a humongous appetite to consume the memories of living and nonliving things… Continue reading Letters to a friend – VIII
where art the secrets and lies
of our lost childhood, our aspirations,
our simple desires of playing with a toy…? Continue reading notre mère- II
And with much ease, plucks the words from his thoughts
…
And imprisons them forever on a paper, using a pen. Continue reading Letters to a friend – VI
The glass slide that held a family Of Pedra dois… Continue reading Letters to a friend – V