Blinding my eyes, flashes and swirling footlights, Chock-a-block! Rocking heads below me jamming, Wrapped in metal, leather and spiked blue hair, I was belting out stroking string to string, “This is magic”; they said, Forsooth, It was me screaming, It was me battling, The dark cloud looming over my head, Wait! Why in God’s name did they whirl and twirl? ...
Passing days, Can never, cover everything, Can never, heal everything, Nor the time, Won’t make everything forgotten, Hidden, in the darkness, forgotten, but remembered, Dead, but alive, Happy, but crying, Her demolished soul, still exists. When the pale moon shines, Doling out love over the world, Drowned, in glimmer, Many aghast memories, haunting, Mingles with tears. Yet, the tragic aeon ...
Church benches and floors stand empty of bliss Scattered red petals of flowers we’ll dearly miss With the same hands they raised to be blessed by the great God They were your children; couldn’t you protect them my lord? Eager hands searched through sharp blades of grass As Easter surprises came rushing and fast Drenched in this red Easter rain ...
“Coffee? Or perhaps you’d like something cool?” he trailed off looking at both of them in turn, expectant, but patient. I caught a glimpse of the sun shining in her eyes and the distant hum of Scott McKenzie singing flitted through my mind. Hiding my smile as best as I can, I looked on as he responded to the waiter ...
She smiled a smile, tender and sweet the thrill of first love she’d come to meet the trees took note and spread their green for Spring had been summoned to set the scene as daylight inches in, on the morrow the birds all sing as if they knew no sorrow red, orange, yellow, all colours in bloom nature laughed, leaving ...
Written and directed by the American filmmaker and musician, Spike Jonze, Her, in essence, is more than just your ordinary love story. The movie which was released back in 2013 bagged an Academy Award for Writing (Original Screenplay) and a Golden Globe for Best Screenplay in 2014. Her is a film that explores intimacy – with its multitudinous flaws – ...
The path may look dark and treacherous For the path is narrow and the skies are gray Everything might seem to go wrong For nothing goes right and sane Everyone might give up on you, For you may seem worthless and not so cool The breath may feel heavy and suffocating For the hope is dead And the pain is ...
It was just an awkward ‘hello’, A familiar figure, Unfamiliar soul… Sudden thousands of flashbacks flooded into the mind… We were just two kids Singing to sweet melodies Dancing to clumsy steps On the bouncy concert flow… We were just two kids Who had endless fights in the classroom Who shared every laugh and tear In the dawn of our ...
Tribute to all the hearts And all the souls out there Withered melancholy In the gloomy night Spread thy splendour of love To all and sundry Who are seeking For a drop of affection Feel the cold breeze Under the scorching sun Taste the warmth Under the sapphire moonlight Make a home for you At the rendezvous Caresses your soul ...
An elegant alliance Bringing together lovely rivals Mingled with ups and downs Childishly yearning warmth “This is mine, Get lost” Conversations turn into the best house fights Yet amidst all chaos and mom’s interrogation Truth hardly reveals Breaking each other’s belongings Eating up each other’s fav food Waiting silently for the uproar Some perfectly tight moments Yet the thread of ...
Where were you sitting, the last time you met those eyes? Or rather more accurately, the last time you read that emotion. Maybe it was the corner seat of a bus in the early sunrise, Or perhaps the passing face of a stranger without much a notion. What were you wearing, at the most cherished of moments? The wind streaming ...
