FIRST LOVE | REPOST

The way she passed the bridge of my memory,I lost my way out of the senses.The lights of courage in me was diminished,Flaunted by the winds of first love. Her gaze of glitters stared at me,Like she holds secrecy of wings,A breath that dissolved in me,felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life. I hated being… Continue reading FIRST LOVE | REPOST

DARKNESS | LORD BYRON

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space,Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earthSwung blind and blackening in the moonless air;Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,And men forgot their passions in the dreadOf this their desolation; and… Continue reading DARKNESS | LORD BYRON

FEEL THE LOST RAIN: PUT UP A COSTLESS SMILE

We know the cascade of thoughts and their impacts on our life. Life is terrain, and we all walk through. Every time we breathe, after we’re born, the breathes dissolved in the air tells us to understand that we became one more breathe old. Standing for the first time in our lives, when we did… Continue reading FEEL THE LOST RAIN: PUT UP A COSTLESS SMILE

TULIPS by Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.   I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietlyAs the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.   I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.   I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses   And… Continue reading TULIPS by Sylvia Plath

THE COSTLY TALKS | VIRGINIA WOOLF

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here forever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.” “Dearest, I feel certain that I… Continue reading THE COSTLY TALKS | VIRGINIA WOOLF

“I do love you” |Poem

In midst of life,In lies of the world,In my craving thoughts,I breathe of disguise,I am not your worthy,neither trust Worthy,But I do love you. For that reason,Or for many reasons,I blush at you, orfor silly jokes you have,I might tell you some day,Or may not tell you ever,But I do love you. There're flowers I… Continue reading “I do love you” |Poem