Whisper
Whisper through my lips leaves untouched, A matter of question and verbal flair through lightening. Where all had their names punched, I had too and too with grace, Because in commons I had my breath overstepped. Never in the…
A Sky To Hold
The lump of this earth, Might see this world blowing. The ashes, the fired out, Those burnt, those strained aloud. Hold your breath, your sky, Jump, swing, swim and flow For those soft arms of life, Under your faith,…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- V
“There’s a river that keeps on flowing. There’s a sun that keeps on staring and there’s a life that keeps on going.” The Cyclist kept on cycling his life for days to come. Shutting himself away from the world, and…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- IV
When the whole world seemed burning down into angry ashes, he swept into the ocean of his favorite books shutting the doors and windows leading his way to the endless night. The manuscripts are pure enlightenment, he alleged if the…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist)-II
“Two days off the shore and the world forgets you are the sailor!”. Mysticism never ends neither did his stamina. His paddling seemed consistent as the falling evening. His was much of a lad when it comes to imagination and…
Cyclewala (The Cyclist) – I
“What’s up for me?” This brings the biggest confusion in one’s life. And with the onus of leading this conversation, he decided to paddle and talk throughout the corners of the city he once embraced. It wasn’t much of dusk…