Summer

What is summer if not theexcitement brought byfragrance of springtangled in cold wind,running through the hillsdesperately,to reach the soil bloomingin plains?? The sun shinning over treesThe source of light and heatcuring blues of winter patientlyand the pearly clouds aroundplaying hide and seek.Doesn’t the Sky feel dreamy? The enticing aromaof fleshy mangoesis scattered around thespring dominatingContinue reading “Summer”

My Poems

My heart is a building/memories blow/like the wind/Seekers shall findhome in my bones/My skin shall alwaysrelive the moments here/even if I go blind/ I draw hearts/on the glass/that shelters dew drops/for love is all I know/And to embrace the pain/is no weakness/For You shall grow/only when You know/ In the hallways/wander hearts/romanticising pain/In the nameContinue reading “My Poems”

Live a little

I have keptall your words safein the flowers that driedpressed next to the storiesyou left,and the pace at whichyou were running towards sun,I hope somehowyou have learnt to rest.There’s somethingvery primal the wayyour words are building homein my chest now,In distancewe are growing close to each otherand I don’t know how.I know someday we’ll meetatContinue reading “Live a little”

You and poems

Distance between wordsis our home. I hang my words on thered thread around your neckand everytime I look at youit reminds me of the factthat my poems and you are one,Talking about chillsI never met anyone like you, none. Your smile reminds me of the skyunder which we first met,and the summer breezetake me backContinue reading “You and poems”

Broken Sunset

Once I met a broken sunset stunning in pink and beautifully alone, He was tip toe-ing through twilight asking me to step into unknown. My inside and out felt like stones but I was willing to know what it has to say, For sometimes the most ordinary things become blessings and I had nothing toContinue reading “Broken Sunset”

Things unsaid

Here’s a collaboration with Bharath.Check out his mind. A bag full of memories A jar full of tears Sand in my shoes Fears up my sleeves. A mind filled with fears Voice full of melodies Eyesight soaking in the hues I carry down this road. A world invisible is what I see The touch IContinue reading “Things unsaid”

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