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I do not want to be direct. I want you to see me and understand me. Take up what you say. Have you ever tried listening to you? ‘You’ has the ticket to a world that you thought never exists. a place that you truly own. This is not a poem nor something to readContinue reading “Good Morning!”

Everyone sat still the leaves and birds; sheltered and protected…   The denizens of this strange land, bore white skin and beautiful hair and drew up a life beyond with their unseen hands.   These drawings they hung over the bed and went to bed smiling, singing the unheard song.   Then along came aContinue reading “The strange land I stumbled upon.”

Blank pages empty books silence all around….   a silence, that tailed along.   Silence in the loud music I played, silence in the busy road outside, silence in the heavy breathing, and silence, in the heavy pounding of heart.   I have turned deaf my lord! to all the movements around I feel, aContinue reading “A captured moment”

Somewhere along the road along those dirty canals, sat a wretched soul; a lovely bird her wings broken, her eyes swollen.   From the time the world arose to the time it slept She sat there singing a crude song; a song of her bygone; an extinct beauty.   The city changed, The grey monstersContinue reading “A Bird’s song”

Why do they ask not to be afraid when the heart is always fragile. It is trapped, you see moving along with these million beats veiled and dragged.   It cannot breathe! It cannot see! Pity it people! Let it atleast be the solitary loon it wanted to be!   Unheard and heads-turned they moved…Continue reading “The midnight wail”