Confusion spreading like wildfire, Igniting the forests within me. Burning my soul, Turning it a deep dark black. Lost amongst the darkness of my mind, Simply trying to make sense of everything within. Haziness takes over with each drop of the golden liquid, Working like elixir burning my throat, Making me forget about the heart … More Dissonance
Memories are all I have left Of the past long forgotten They sustain me in difficult times And drive me crazy with longing Memories are all I have left Of the seasons we lived in sweet sickly summer windy watery winter Memories are all I have left Of you and me Laughing, living and loving … More Cloud of Memories
She was a mystery, An enigma. Hidden under veils of shadows, Under a cloak of invisibility . A cloak so strong, It hid her from them all. They saw her face, So strong, Confidence emanating from withal. An arrogance so deep, Her features would keep. They thought her cruel and mean, It was all that … More DELPHIC
Words are my friends yet my enemies, They give me a reason to live, But they take away my freedom from me. They injure me, maim me and cause me pain, Yet when I need someone the most, It is they who find me. We have a relationship which I discovered in nursery, As I … More Logophile
Raucous sound echoed around him, As he tumbled not so gracefully, And crawled towards his destiny. All of them had wings, Tiny shiny mesmerising wings, Glorious wings that shone under the sun. Wings that he too wished to possess, Yet all he had was his slimy green body, With which he crawled. Numbing and deafening … More Metamorphosis
Poetry is to my soul: Like wings are to the bird, It liberates me giving me freedom with which to fly. Poetry is to my soul; Like food given to a hungry man, It sustains me and fulfils me from within. Poetry is to my soul: Like coffee in the morning, It energises me and … More Ardour
I remember the first time we met like it happened a minute ago, How we sat and swung around in the little grove. I was shy and a little bit reserved, You were the one who opened my mind and it’s treasure trove. Picnics and lunches, Sundays and brunches . Climbing on tires, Warming hands … More Ephemeral
Moments have a way of ending, Ending with the hope of infinite possibilities still within them. Never knowing what the alternative could be; Whether saying one word different could have changed the realms of the memory, Bitter sweet and sad, moments pass. Until much much later when filled with nostalgia. We wonder what may have been. … More REMINISCENCE
Passion bred in his soul, Like the vines creeping over walls; Overwhelming and powerful. Immersing him fully and completely; His eyes would gleam with a twinkle, And his face would transform into its former glory. It was raw unbridled passion, The kind which cannot be compared. Which kept him up all night, And gave … More FERA IGNUS
The little girl sat alone and forlorn in her bed, As she watched the moon dance through the curtains of her windows. She signed inwardly gazing upon what lay beyond the curtained walls of her fortress, She was alone and lonely. As she gazed thoughtfully at the moon; Lost in the deep abyss of her … More The Book Trail
MAGIC OF WORDS 