Where our roads meet,
And where our roads end,
Can only be the voice of a supreme love.
To forge connections,
And to form bonds,
Forms the baseline,
Of all creative endeavours.
Tag / romance
Sweet nothings
The best time of the year,
When the grass is green,
And the heat shallow –
Wind in the face,
And joy in the heart,
A testimony of things to come.
Transient
A rose-thorn bush,
In the need for continuous grooming,
Feels the need –
To be ever changing.
Hopeful
The heart, as it dwells on its many contentions,
It swells and fades,
With the might of a million pearls.
As a standard, it flutters
As a double standard, it even hopes
For green pastures and many wonderful nights.
Bedtime story
A solitary soul,
On a reflective path
Meets the collective force,
Of a million voices
A strange tryst of destiny
Gives forth,
The searing light,
Of destinies unknown.
Sweetheart
As time flies by,
With you and I,
And the world to witness
Not one foresees,
In the making,
The behemoth of memories,
And the clairvoyance of many more.
Pieces
The best of what’s to come
A cornucopia of ideas
A simple lament of a better place
Sunset shine on the wary lake.
She + the sea
The sea breeze brought to life a myriad of colours
And in it, the Artist dwelled
Taking in the swells of the ocean
Capturing the beauty of tales untold.
Yearn
Green everywhere,
At the sight of verdant bliss
Oh, my heart yearns
For the fancy of forgotten memories.
The breeze beckons
And the hills call out
The sight of verdant bliss
Makes my heart yearn so.
The fancies of modern life
Forgotten, yet real
Pave the way
For the bliss of the moments to come.
While the necessary evils,
And the unburdened desires
They make themselves felt
As if they never left.
Not just text
Where else would you be,
Where else would you stay
If not for right here, right now…
That’s the power of subtext; of context
Of bittersweet memories
Of tendersweet emotion
That’s where the people reside
That’s where the bodies collide
That’s where it gets real
That’s where it aches, that’s where it glows
That’s where it all comes together;
For you and for everyone else to see.
That’s where it ties into a singular unanimous
That’s where the gaps are filled and the heart is secure
That’s where it feels like a taste of the familiar
A ride on a home road
That’s where it all comes together
That’s when the magic of context happens.
A Sight into My Psyche 