And just keep that distance from me. I am travelling deep into me. With words of no farewell, I may never come to be. I have tested time and the thing they call fate. I have known what's love and that its mirror is called hate. I have wasted a lot on life, passion and… Continue reading SAMADHi
My love, And before I ask if you still remember me, tell me did you ever forget me? Be honest.What else should I think, I am ruined for life. You don't write letters to me anymore. You don't laugh with that little tilt of your head anymore. You remember, dear Blishé, don't you? I told… Continue reading LETTER TO BLiSHÉ – III
And the wind that so solemnly tried to grasp the fragrance from the dying embers of the wood was pushed to the ground beneath the heat of the fume by incessant tears from the passing clouds. The clouds like desert cacti transpired freely on the bloom of spring. The agenda was simple, the cry was… Continue reading THE BATTLE
And the feather of thought swayed with the lightness of the wind. They say, you have to be the wings of the bird to fly; to travel and unravel, to stay and drift, to be and be forgotten, to be seen and imagined, to be the truth and a lie. The lights got dim, and… Continue reading THiRST
And I don’t know why but I feel there is nothing called gravity, at least not the way we are fed. I see the world upside down (I know many see it this way, but I mean it), as if my feet are the top most part of my body and the head, well… This… Continue reading THE DiViNE BOAR
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