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!

Presence is You


In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It's youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It's you - Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It's youin the slump of dreams,In the wonders of rains,With the brand of stare.In the rivers… Continue reading Presence is You