She.

She looked at the world with gleaming eyes, a world full of life, and beautiful sights. But nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. She talked of the stars, and yearned for the moon, her ire was a catastrophe, but her love was a boon. Delicate as a dew drop, Sportive as a fawn,... Continue Reading →

The Photograph

There he stood, With a smile on his face, Looking at the camera, With utmost grace, The sun lit up his wheatish skin, His skin, Splendid, like the shades of a new sunrise, Beautiful, like his thoughts, his words, his truths and lies. His dusky hair swept up in a wave, The tracks of his... Continue Reading →

Poetry by Rumi

This is love: to fly towards a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self.  Heart, I said, what a gift it... Continue Reading →

RISE!

It's a dark and vicious world, they say with demons lurking in their eyes. Stay safe, Stay sound, Stay home, they say And tether us away from the bright blue skies. Watch what you wear. Watch what you speak. watch where you go. They hide us. But the demons? They let them sneak. Stay safe,... Continue Reading →

Someday.

Someday, when I'm long gone, long after you let me go. Someday, a million moments later, When you catch glimpse of your own self, on a busy morning, in the glass of the door bearing your name. In the depth of the shadows, cast by your own smile, You'll find a whisper of my love.... Continue Reading →

The Storm.

It's like a storm brewing in my chest, Of words that can't be spoken. Of feelings that can't be felt. Peircing edges of things, long left broken. Of thoughts that I thought I buried, Deep under the layers of fury and hurt. Of memories I could drown in. Of things that would never again be... Continue Reading →

Priceless

She laughs at the ridiculous jokes I crack, She rolls her eyes on my story's preposterity, And I look at her smile, And the way her nose wrinkles. And the moment in itself is Priceless. 

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