Perspectives on ideas and the wild
Flowing through the pathof a forgotten ballad,I landed at one of the old townsof nostalgia, of dreamy past.Each house, a block of memorystood in ruins, trying to protectexistence of its past, its glory.The pillars trembling,like the trembling importanceof these moments, in my life.Colours fading, roofs falling,a pale departure.And at the twilight of these ruins,At the …
Some decisions can be tricky,often like a sudden gust of windno warning incoming or an adieu,and yet, it will sway your path to a new direction;set you on a bohemian journey.With vague veiled destinations,painful trails, sudden hurdles.Yet we survive, and so thus this journey.It builds an odyssey called life.With every decision, every secondour lives split …
Assume you are stuck inside a glass bubble vacuum inside, the apogee of emptiness. You call out for help,but none can hear, You scream in helplessness, punch the walls. Soon you learn the impossibility, face the truth. You try to sing yourself a tune, to calm; But you hear none, you are deaf to yourself. …
An invisible hand, invincible; seems to be squeezing her heart. Suffocating, a bleeding, blinding blur. Her panting, dying breath in sync with the ticking clock. Counting, anticipating the end of time; the end of her painful times. Her skin is on blaze, a raging flame; and she choked by its smoky ash. Her thoughts feel naked, …
I wrote a song for you today, wish I could have sung it for you. Drenched in a rain of nostalgia, the paperboat of words; sailing through a puddle of melody. wish I could have sailed it for you. Some smiles left unexplained, Some phrases left untold, Some feelings left unchained, wish I could have …
Every morning,I have to travel Physically, emotionally, methaphorically. Glance through the bus window , through the looking glass. I look into the strange past, Stranger future; being certainly uncertain. Sometimes a tickle of emotions, On few days, a fickle jubilance. Like a dreamer I dream, of the rocky bank of a river. Running my hand …
She ran her hands over my head; her fingers combing across my hair. Lying on the velvety grass, she dragged her body closer to mine, almost hugging me yet separated by almost a breath. She wanted to speak, I could sense. "I feel like I am too emotional" she spoke. "Hmm. Maybe" I replied in …
There's this inkling, baffling to ink. Faint, yet not kept unnoticed. like a touch that wipes my tears, like a tune that I tap my feet to, an amity that I cherish. I wonder, maybe joy; maybe just your mere presence.
Words of love, you came too late. Like a tear drop of gentle affection, you rolled down my cheeks. But I am glad you came. This emotion, I fear; I may misname. How we came close, how our hearts stumbled, inexplicit, yet inevitable. This hazy mystery; Is love, the search for our answers? The certainty …
A familiar tune, with fragments of life stored within. A slice of youthful romance, or bits of sorrow from the past. Zestful reawakening. A song that would push me , into the depths of emotion. Pull me out of mundane reality. Am I happy? It would ask, the innocence of my heart. The reason for …