I dream of life as a story with moving pictures.With moments passing the pictures change.As I choose the best ones, a collage forms.I name it “memories beautiful”.
they fly and take me to the world of seasons,where I hop along my imaginary plane.through sun, through flowers, through rainy showers,through rustling leaves, through ice cold breeze.I have a pot in hands while I return back,I plant a seed and see it growing with all the elements I had picked up from that worldContinue reading “Thoughts”
She holds the lamp looking for him on the dark streets.She doesn’t know It holds his name engraved on it. Lamp will take her to him.
He wears her shadow,which she left against the moonlight, the day they were put asunder.
It laughs, it cries, at various phases of life.We laugh and cry, when it opens eyes. It’s “Photo Album” shared emotionsnostalgiawhen openedre experience through its eyes
here I’m wearing a hat,the hat of my stories,which I wave,to reveal a story everyday,like a magician,of all illusions.
these dayshold places, hold dresseshold flowers, hold gardenshold talks, hold walkshold cups, hold sleephold memories within deep
the feathers were lonely together,she couldn’t fly ever. the past had hit her,the present was bitter. oh see now her wings flutter,it seems she’s awake from a slumber. she’s gathered the will power,to rise from the ground, to reach the tower. Open your wings and fly.Gather the courage, the will power.You can conquer the world.
She was all surrounded by Crystals“Shiny and Multifaceted” like Her
The moment you imagine forever,its created in the future somewhere,with some unknown face,at an unknown pace,with a beautiful ink, with an added page.