we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine… Read more The Buffoon

we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine… Read more The Buffoon
Dear friend of my heart, It has been more than a month since I got back home from the high… Read more A Dew Drop | High in the Himalayas
On the first of this month we were on our way skywards. The night before, I had suddenly woken up… Read more Walking Skywards
In the mountains… there are birds… that remind me… that there is freedom… and there is beauty… and I smile…… Read more Mountain Birds
As the sun sets, darkness fades away too, making way for the lovely sight, of many a light, on Diwali… Read more Colours of the Festival; Blues
It’s a night without a moon. So we made it the brightest night of all. May your flame burn bright… Read more Colours of the Festival
Walls have seen The world change From life to death First to last breath Matrimonial exploits Love, sex, conception Childhood Parenthood… Read more Walls
Geschichten mitten aus dem Leben; über Momente die uns prägen, Freude, Schmerz, Hoffnung und Schicksal dem wir täglich begegnen. Ein kleiner Blick ins Innere, ein Blick hinter die Tür.
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....