I We make myths out of the unrealized. II Love untouched Is love curled Into a scared ball Pushed against the wall Of the darkest passages Of your most familiar, Personal dungeon. Love untouched, Is not love undone. III He crept with feline grace Shimmering, into that glass filled With the only true liquid love.... Continue Reading →

Hello, Again!

Some are Springs of Regeneration, where along with Nature, everything stale and stagnant in you finds an effortless way of being weeded out. That period of stagnation holds its own worth, for it allows thoughts to ferment, ideas to crystallise and colours to re-emerge - all of them not necessarily for the better, but definitely... Continue Reading →

Blog at

Up ↑