It is singing. If I were sleeping on lush green grass under a giant tree on a hill with the wind running wild and the sun going easy on me, it would’ve been a bliss. I’d have loved this bird. The sun is after my ass today; setting my insides on fire and I’m sticky … Continue reading summer
In life's monsoon, It's the rain that persists; Not thunder. Not lightning.
I love the way you turn My silence into words; I love it more when My tears find their worth. The words now have A meaning, The shallow heart started To love this feeling; The smiles seem to have Found their reason, The bird of my soul Sings regardless of season. Oh, How you make … Continue reading .
You are that road far away Amidst the wilderness Through the skies, reflecting In the lakes You are a canvas that I paint Adding colours To my gray Like the heat of summer, Against the cold scathe I see you, in the weather And I fall, like the rain