Tonight will be a spectacular display of our emotions I buy a bottle of wine, a basket of sunflowers You bring the matches, the paint And as usual, All the wrong things to say. I break the glasses, you burn the flowers I kiss your tears goodnight And we head back to the same... Continue Reading →
Inhaling a long drag from his chillum Waiting for the smoke to clear up, Stood the lithe figure of Neelkanth. Dark majestic hair cascading down, His broad, muscular shoulders, Like the gentle flow of the Ganges. Battle scars gleaming in the moonlight, Off his tranquil back, he waited. A sudden roll of thunder rumbled overhead.... Continue Reading →
Your hand grips the steering wheel while the other rests upon my thigh I used to watch you out of the corner of my eye, sheepish when you caught me staring, like a child who had been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. But now I do it blatantly, leaning my seat back all... Continue Reading →
I had left the door ajar to let it come, A known yet obscure feeling stood, With its naturally vicious and cunning grin, Ready to put me to test yet again, With its vicious and crafty schemes. I question, like I always do, albeit curiously, For I did not expect its presence today. In... Continue Reading →
"Speckled shades of scarlet and sapphire, did they blend to form flames of a fire? Splatters of chrome and crimson, how did they stem from my imaginary prism?" That night, all sense had ceased to exist, and two lovers were out for a tryst; chaos and pleasure, their names were called, who brought... Continue Reading →
Has democracy started to creak, with the chaos that has broken out? Whom to choose, whom to trust, with the supposed leaders, sheepishly stand as demagogues, as political opportunists? Between jingoistic warmongers, so swelled in their small-minded bigotry, ready to cripple, ready to kill, ready to besmirch anyone who steps out of line, smirking... Continue Reading →
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”Pablo Picasso It doesn’t take much to pick up a brush and flair your colours on paper. Art is an expression of something that words fail to decipher. You look around for inspiration, not realizing that the end does... Continue Reading →
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