THE SWORD

The moment I squeezed my eyes, I sensed you. Yes! You were very much there. You probably were chained behind the translucence of my imagination where I could feel your sharpness. Unless you came absolutely close and sat behind my closed eyelids. Penetrating them, you sat on the nib of my pen and you didn’t surface until I scribbled you down a several hundred times and then I won you over and your sheen shone through my smile.

Parched Crow

A Ravenish Crow or a Crowish Raven stood gracefully on a twig, against a wall. The faster he quenches his 'parched' soul, the sooner and the farther, the grace will his flight attain. 

Hold The Destiny Like A Glass Of Wine

We cast a spell and wish our lives to be ours.. not knowing the fact that we are being played upon.

Pale and bright, dark and light, our lives however colourful, emit slight patches of monotone..

Ponder on the glass of wine, sip it slightly and swirl it nicely..

A Smoker's Soul Speaks

Smokin a puff, it was all hunky dory until I got light headed.

Slowly and steadily I aced this ecstatic stuff and lost the sight and smell of several ecstacies.

THIS IS HOW I FEEL NOW....

Half-Beauty

The tip of my pencil stopped halfway,

for it admired the partial you,

It shined as if it smiled,

brimming with joy it said " I'm so glad that I sketched you"