The mirror mirrors every suave aspect of her, Highlighting nothing but the shortening for breath, there is a song for the bowmen who flaunt more of marksmanship, till a flower is trudged underneath a skeleton of weight, I know the ghosts exist only in nightmare but then love is hardly anything else.Read More The Mirror Mirrors
He arose and waited for a breath of Entertainer who rocks, The Wild and not so wild people sitting around the bar, hardly he bent about the mirror where he saw a sign of strangulation, a mark on the mirror as elaborating the hangman who lurch behind shadows, and slit the throat of mad men […]Read More Odd bell
That hung like a whimsical bead the beat of dumb roulette, And he picked the hour so great and restful in summer heat, The pain of centuries ceasing for the God like appearance, of man and sheep,There begins the tale on round the clock, in the tower with its rhythm and beat striking the five […]Read More The Odd Bell- An introduction
I call your name by the fire as a witness to purity, of fire delving in love and statue of personality, I argue about with the words bent upon the edge of the world, and you fall into chasm of darkness taking for light, you could see twinkles of light and personae melding, while I […]Read More My Darling
I had a vision in sleep, whereby the socialist dreamt about sea, and the after effects of chosen love out on board, for all to see, He fled the island and gone without a hope, to measure the life of others and find his case, to be so and lonely in the end for us, […]Read More What he said?
What the hill you said? Where dreams floated on ice like in dawn, There had been the biggest milkman, who in voice was deep and guttural, In hat of twopence said a golden alms, Then begged and begged till rain lashed, the ground with a milk awashed,the milkman, on towery rays fed what was the […]Read More What the hill?
Basking in Good Old day, I thought over the moon, all the goodness is a thrift thing saved many ages over, It’s my age when I cross the river to see you, it might not be haste, There lurks the widow’s pride in summoning love letters when at home, I see not blindness that I […]Read More A Pharaoh
The sun rode all while long its beaten path, and at the peak of afternoon, Fritz stood inside the garden, hardly moving a limb or so, He was possessed with, love streak that the God is one and here is the dome,, that was silent on like a parched tube of paste that showed the […]Read More The idolatry
You are the fickle-minded disturbed at inner core, You want a flirtation spreading out on sea of romance, yet you flickeringly accept a boat let alone a ship, the pirates you have dancing in your head, You long for Los Angeles riding the turbid planes, You have tumultuous behaviour as who is amongst a saint? […]Read More King of Kings
I have decided finally to call off the trip to Shimla, and then in after thought I revisit the canteen of cinema, where they crack open popcorns and sully the chairs, causing much to a fantasy of teenybopper , Halt! I must prepare myself for loo, there is wind underneath the paws of women, who […]Read More Man for Majesty