Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving.

The pond, the lake,and the little lotus,Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving. these stories are real,like us, but, they never share us, like we never share ours. They play, they love, and they get hurt,they feel broken and fight for their survival.

“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 IContinue reading ““I do love you” |Poem”

Kasturi | Poem Series | Part 1

Two ends of a sphere,
Me and my Heart.

One lives with me,
one lost
to never found me again.

Caged Bird | Poem | Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.