The intangible, immortal memories

The intangible, immortal memories touch in the silent solitude ripple a mist to the eyes reverberate whispered words make one hum the tune of a forgotten song remind frequent visits to an edifice aromatize the withered rose kept in a book refresh a dream in a lonesome night relive an ephemeral moment as an eternal eon drape around an aura of forbidden love rekindle the … Continue reading The intangible, immortal memories

Dream Ship: Journey through Life

Once I made my dream ship,the first voyager was friendship.Ship exclusively for journey through life,with an album of love and an archive.A beautiful passenger and a lovely day,it seemed no obstacle could come my way.With my companion ocean seemed so shallowand gigantic horizon appeared so narrow.Islands, scenic beauty, pretty weatherclear sky, fragrant breeze, lucid water,nothing more that I could desire,we wanted to stay and forever … Continue reading Dream Ship: Journey through Life

It’s okay to be little disobedient…

“To all the little girls who are watching, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.” – Hillary Clinton She disobeyed the unwritten laws forced by the society, openly. She wore it like a badge of honour. They call her names, feminist, feminazi. But they will never understand … Continue reading It’s okay to be little disobedient…

With Bated Breath and Whispering Humblenes…

Their chats, if we’re to go public, would create a rucus he said.  “What do u mean” she asked with a fiesty emoticon.  “I mean in a good way… Ofcourse.. “, he typed something, deleted and typed again “Should we meet?”  But no emoticon or words could translate into magic when they flashed on her monitor. She hardly knew him. Three months, is it enough … Continue reading With Bated Breath and Whispering Humblenes…

A Red Rose

    “…haan?” And she again heard a voice calling her name. But as always there was no one. She questioned herself “Am I going insane?”. Her breathing resonated amidst silence. A sigh escaped her lungs and an echo returned with a fragrance, a distinct fragrance, a familiar fragrance. The fragrance which she has breathed before. She definitely knew that fragrant voice. She could sense a pain in that … Continue reading A Red Rose

Her Eyes

When I met her first I saw her eyes…. So calm & tender. Innocence residing on pupil, and Congeniality on lashes. Sparkling with a dream the world could stop on its single wink. Soothing when they fix on u, and lovable when they look away, hard to believe such eyes exist… I met her yesterday, and saw those eyes again…. So deep & melancholic. Now, … Continue reading Her Eyes