The River’s Game

Burying sins beneath, The river flows past Bouncing over treasure chests Where dreams don’t last. In the soil below, Are stories of time, Under sticks and bones, Are lullabies that don’t rhyme. Decades fly by Rivers change course Giving rise to hope Opening closed doors. When all is dead Faith burns red Faith in rivers…

His Masterpiece

Building the armature He crafts with grace A vision in his eyes An artist’s pace. Moulding the clay He makes life Applying on the base Carving with his knife. Hair like cascades A sharp jawline High cheek bones Eyes the color of wine. But there is no life Without misery in her eyes Nervousness in…

Unbound

In a world where most rules tie you down, where all actions are dictated by society and where going against the system is considered “unconventional”, how do you leave your mark?

My first love

There are many scenarios in our life which tend to befall and conclude. This is one of those… which befell but… could never quite conclude.

An Elegy To Me…

I open my eyes to see the beautiful lie of life for the last time but instead, I see memories…Although, the memory is getting eroded…

Wayfarer

The gallivanter sets out on a voyage to travel the the world. Heartbroken, he realises how small he is and how little he has seen. But wanderlust is a desire so strong that the wayfarer sets out again…

Chaos is a ladder

When waves crash the shores of my mind and confusion creeps up like the tide, when I drift away with the flow of life, that’s when I paint the canvas with words and that’s when I realize that chaos, when used constructively, is a ladder in disguise.