the eagle tattoo on his handthe crease ¬†on his sleevethe wrinkles on his foreheadthe dimple on his cheekthe half pouted lipsthe few grey strands of his haira handsome hunk who is waiting for his turn… Read More »Crush

Clearing the cliches

How much more will you break the glass of its tired windowskeep the lamp with an extinguished- oil on his palmspatch the cracked parts with a temporary glue of hopepester the damp eyes to refrain… Read More »Clearing the cliches


Greyish blue pebbles Lay beneath at the bedOf the blue watersWhere they may turn colourlessin futureOr get corroded by contamination

Hard to express

I spill it overAs weak hands trembleTogether with a faint heartthat has started counting~revelation-hard to express

What purpose do we serve

what purpose do I serveby eating off the wedges of many heartsliving in a self centered lifeoscillating my thoughtsto a world of my ownwhere there is no place for sharing or givingbut expecting immediate returnswhere… Read More »What purpose do we serve


Those dense imprintsthat you left last nightIs still fresh on my lipsYou made forget allThe unending thirst that I hadI feel complete now my loveI am dancing bare feet to thesedamp moments