Surviving as a docile love, In a world of black doves, Where thoughtfares of thought never visits, In eyes of dreams within bounded realms. Suppressed a voice in the mist of hate, Burns like a fire for the rest, The plight of her Is to travel cloudless air, And beneath her breathes The Monster’s Empire. […]
You live in water I live in ice Just different forms Of same kind… Thou love me with lips And, I with eyes, Living under the brolly That shines bright… Hidden, a soul in HER That desires the same, But SHE resides in a world Charged with games… HER soul never postulates HER body is […]
She desires… She expresses… What’s more needed is, To understand… We should make love to people And not their organs….
Road covered with withered leaves… Presents the path, that aloof others from their ease, ‘SHE’, as always defined-the ‘OTHER’, agonizes alone… Fragments of her dream… made by people known. Walking on the path aloof, she imagines her dream and goal, Termed by the ‘PROTECTORS’of our society, as thought process with loopholes. For ‘HER’, she fancies […]
Being alive is a flaw, Where dreams are blown through a straw, Like bubbles they blend in the air we breathe, Whose dream is which no one is aware with. The shimmering veil is what we perceive, Betrayal is what we receive, Abreast we all walk, Yet not turning for a talk. We all live […]
Tried walking alone, On the path shown. Like droplets, Every human got shaped. But they failed to express, Their needs to the rest. Got suppressed with mask, To the people they love, Never did they believe, Life needs some relief, They work and walk on the paths chosen, Failing to realise the paths has nothing […]
A glass of bubbling surface is all you need to let the earth & it’s shimmering pleasures drown in Oblivion’s flow…
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton