Stories

Why cant I meet those people, Writing their stories… Leaving an indelible mark on us all Penning the what could be and what ought to be… Myriad characters with their variations… Emotions enveloping them in their complexities Where every step they take fills you with awe or trepidation.. Where  you can paint their many pictures Read More …

And the heart

The heart is an amazing thing, The heart wows, it wonders, It engages , it cavourts, It sometimes gets broken and is sometimes whole. One minute, it is full of life and love, The next, the heart is shattered. It dies a slow, painful death, Taking with it vivid memories, sharp and bittersweet.

My Beautiful People

You must have met them somewhere… As the life of a party… Or helping someone out… They are the ones who make the effort for you… Who ask you what pains you.. And ask if they can find the remedy for you… Who inspite of their own reluctance do something if only to please you.. Read More …

Shattered and Whole

You don’t want to believe that we could be one again… You don’t want to believe that you can feel love again… I want to move away from this life, From all the drama created From all the pain and the disappointment From the negativity To a better sun, To a better shore, I am not Read More …

boulevard..

The road started where you did.. Then strangers joined along the route  Just when you thought that your destination was the same, they changed course And your path was lonely..   But you moved on..you met others.. But only for a short course, your paths were the same.. And you lost your faith..  Then you Read More …