Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply… Read more sometimes, a soft brush of longing

Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply… Read more sometimes, a soft brush of longing
It is when one goes looking for some forgotten book, stacked in some forgotten corner, that one switches on the… Read more The Forgotten Corner
I think, it was a few days after they had closed down the old post office building, that I found… Read more The Letter under the Oak
Under the familiar shade of the old mango tree, I breathe easy… little blue flowers with yellow hearts… do you… Read more Blue and Yellow
Drop by drop you came into my being. You summer rain, you winter shower, you monsoon downpour, I just remembered… Read more Fluid World;When I was Four
Fewer than a few, one, only half aware Not even you really saw me disappear I disappeared from view, nobody… Read more Half Aware
On my forehead… a tingling sensation… It is quite familiar. A sensation condensed as a feeling with clear forms separating… Read more Unrestrained
The sound of a fluid heart heavy with happiness and light with sadness. It just happened in the company of… Read more Soft Breathing
I was listening too hard, I think. I was listening too hard for the voice. I think I have lost… Read more That Voice
Possibly a dream, it could have been A non-dream too, but don’t you Remember a thing or two that were… Read more Don’t you, my Friend?
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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.....
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