( It tells genuine stories)
It is blank
The vision inside me sank
In every inch of my body
Won’t this mystical
Dark night never just end??
Toads who I feel are barking,
clouds pass, without even giving a warning,
Mumbles of sounds constantly beating my earlobes,
A night full of…
( This beverage can teach us so much!)
Hazed about my timetable for the today,
Hoping my hazelnut coffee,
rescues me to save my day.
It’s always an art
Curating new methods to brew a happier heart
Just thinking about the timetable
containing the future part,
(The story of a never ending bond between a musician and his…)
Light rays pass as he squiggles out of his cavern. Is it really that he is awake? Or I doubt if it’s the burning of my lantern I wonder. That soul helps me overcome my awedde versions. …
(And why emotional pauses are important)
Rushes gush the bloody pockets of mine
I fear time, I don’t know how things will be fine.
You plan things, yet the converse churns itself,
My stomach burns of stress, thinking whether the truth would go off-shelf.
Strongly hoping, to reap the wait…
It is indeed gold
Your image in my heart.
Splashes of your essence
which is secure and bold
Wanting to vent it all,
In that beautiful heart
with which you forgive and withhold.
Seeking true love
An everlasting friendship through rough hurdles
Just hope my feelings don’t go too above
Just wish we have enough or more water
To splash off
the tragic debts of life’s mysterious muddles.
Wanting to tell you so many things
Secretly wishing you don’t get bored
Not knowing if such a feeling reciprocates
Hoping my mind voice is so loud
Which heavily chants of the fear
Of being just a one-sided ear
Of burning the nightmares that devoid you being aboard
Of just being a yearning queen
Searching for her beloved ,on her devastated chess-board.
( To Pain from the Pained)
It is dark, dusty
The curtains fill darkness in my room
Tension and heat , sweeps down the entire body
Like Maleficent throwing the prick of her painful loom.
not a proof of a broken heart
the split skin which my sweat caresses
(Why you should be reading this on your yoga mat right now.)
When I say this, I am referring to each step taken for a fitter self, pouring it’s efficacy in all the domains in which humans strive for well-being. Countless research has examined the effects of excercise on different…
(To be alive at the present keeps you well equipped for the future)
The tree seems to hit your head,
You wake up,
But find yourself
Still tossing inside your bed.
It is a need to stand there
and not run neither back nor foreward
Alive to feel the rain bathe your…
(What goes on inside a dancer’s mind)
Every beat passes
my bells are soaring
Sipping gallons from water from glasses
stepping into a dome,
where an audience is roaring.
The present is
what to concentrate on
The past, however, lies
in my first breath although gone…
from above my head,
Trying not to
hit my head with a bang
Trying to imagine the step
where I gradually twirl with my lover,
when the melodious notes are sung…
of inhibitions if any,
Earnestly trying to snuggle,
My little world in the hearts of many,
each moment for the better.
gesturing my friend
to hastily give me a parchment
So that I may
continue dancing to finish my statement
oozing out words and feelings writing my letter,
And humbly leave the performance so that,
My twirls and stretches create
pleasant imagery and not bewilderment.