Love

  A Physician says intellectually, “Love is a harmonic disorder, symptoms of a fatal disease. You lose your appetite, spend sleepless nights.” A priest replies prophetically: “Only love I know, is to love the God. Sing some soulful hymn, believe He will love you always” A young girl cries emotionally, “is no such thing I believe, Love is unreal, an illusion. It’s fragile and frivolous, … Continue reading Love

Falling Teardrop…

It is in her black fragile nostalgic vulnerable eyes. A teardrop originates, while she waits for the billet-doux from her beau. With the resonance of reminiscence, residing on pupil, a droplet of tear  escapes  the lashes, rolls down her cheeks and kisses her lips,  flowing, and  falling  into the rivulet-forming not a real oasis but a deceptive mirage, tranquility  lost  some- where…..only hope shines softly … Continue reading Falling Teardrop…

Eyes

Childhood innocence, still alive, reflects in mysterious black eyes. Black pearls gleam on the surface, tiny white rivers flow rhythmically. When these eyes mystify- the autumn evaporates, spring arrives. When these get crimsoned as burning coal- can extract a pearl of tear from your eyes. When an infectious smile shines across the edge- spirit transcends and life rejuvenates. A crystal in her pendant monochromatic, while … Continue reading Eyes