Here’s what I wanted to say to you ever since my Spring has blossomed I’m like the seasons I don’t need a reason to be this way You adore my sunshine, you despise my rain you adore my laughter, and you avoid my tears You find me when you’re in the abyss of pain toContinue reading “Sprintime Mood”
Poem I’ve been living at the heartbreak hotel for a while nowGoing from room to roomBed to bedIt’s the same hotel but not the same placeIt’s the same mood but not the same spaceI’ve been living at the heartbreak hotelTaking down the drapes to see the same cloudsStill hovering above my headAs I lay aloneContinue reading “I’m sleeping at the heartbreak hotel….”
A photo-diary. All of the above pictures were taken by me.
I never forget anything I never forget a thingAnd that’s what broke meI never forgot a thingI thought time would take care of memoriesBut It didn’tSo I filled my head with lyrics and melodiesI filled my mind up to the brimWith rhymes and wordsUntil it started overflowing with poems of my own I never forgotContinue reading “I Never Forget Anything- Poem”
Here’s a poem I wrote for this beautiful planet we call home. To this beautiful planet that I call home I don’t have enough words or enough languages to express how much I love you The planet that cloaks us with its green blanket, supports us with its solid carpet, the planet that covers usContinue reading “Happy Earth Day!”
Why am I enamoured with the past? Even though I always think of the future The past in objects, pictures, melodies and words Fly through my imagination like birds It’s strange that I find myself so enchanted with eras gone by And it’s a shame that I have not been able to let go myContinue reading “Poem- The Photograph”
Days and days of insomniaThey come and go like the cloudsI’ve tried to stop my mind but it’s a universe of its own kindI think and I think about days gone byDays to comeI think of the present too but only as a result of the past or an impression of the futureCounting sheep isContinue reading “Sleepless Nights”
Oh! How I would like the stars, the lovers of passion, the creators of artI sit and I read the words of the poets and the writers who never found happinessThose miserable men with disenchanted wives, those promising women competing with each other all their livesI think of those men who find happiness in aContinue reading “The Artists and The Rain”