The clock on the lost wall


Right there,on the wall of lost time,sitting is a clock. Looking through the eyes of time,everything and everywhere. There isn’t solace,but a sadness that keeps getting deeper with time. If you know and look into it, you will find it hard to understand. The petrichor,the dusky smell of wooden trench, used long back to make… Continue reading The clock on the lost wall

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats


The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

One-line Poetry


"Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace." "Never heard the Whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones." "In the lost tranquility, i still breath of unanimous trails towards peace." "Writing on leaves, the drops of fog, some poems of life, about smiling and blossoming, love in the eyes." "Written on her… Continue reading One-line Poetry