Messages Unsent

It was all here until you were here, The priceless being of yours spreading sunshine all across. Now that you are gone and won’t be seen anymore, Here are some messages from my side that were left unsent. Message, that…

Forget Another Day

Forget another day, the moments of the past, and the plans for the future, Coz’ we’re not ready to let it go – all that have hurt and promised us the most. Forget another day, the life we took so…

The Sound of Silence

It is saddening – the faces of the ones near and dear, It is saddening – the whole world watching and wailing on what went wrong. Everything’s wrong and even the slightest of the dirt spewing on the roadside can…

The Background of Life

Who are we from the background of life or the absence of it? An outcome of the events around, getting believed and shaping things. Or the ones out there, trying to find moments filled with ourselves, Some memories here and…

On the Passing Thought

Oh yes, tired I am and its the best one could be after a world of doing and not-doing, After all, who doesn’t when a world is on the verge of completion and another’s set for the dawn…   A…

So Far, So Good

About the words, yes, they come from the lands distant enough to ever be visible, While trying to tie the knot between the dream and the reality, With the once infinite belief withering away from every shower of monsoon rains,…

Life Beyond Life

A life away from life and here is the air similar to the ones before, Casting away the existing darkness and shyness into the withering dust, Galloping the existing me into believable things living past life, Similar to what it…
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Speak, Dear Life

On the contrary, one should have picked up the thoughts much earlier, Drying in the oceans are ignorance of times untested yet derivatives of failure.   Speak, dear life, as your answers are unsatisfactory to my listeners, Your daily emittance…
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Of All Moon and Stars

At some lengths are the talks of the beautiful mornings, And slightly withered away are the promises long held with our words. Long lost is the colour bright of our destinies, Yet pending on our lips is the hope of…