*BLACK*

Originally posted on Healingthroughlens:
Black, is my colour, my identity. It’s my shade of rainbow. It’s the colour of my canvas to draw on. Choosing it still means something to me. It’s my symbol of completeness, As it has it all. All shades! It’s not sad, rather colours like “red” tear me apart. Black is…

The Man of the Universe (Love story of a comet)

So, this planet was just not right for me, Ah, the green was gone and what else does a comet look for, I revolved around her affection for so long, And at the end, she called it a lunar day, for my fall.   A simple human mind that stares each eye of the universe, I…

A Letter to Rabindranath Tagore

I am sorry, I don’t feel the love anymore. And I am sorry, the Nation has not even thought about the idea that you had in mind. I just came across the idea. And I am a strong believer in what you stated, but I fear to input direct words in this letter, because it…

Veiling Vices’ Virtues

A violin is set to play, You are in this beautiful white dress, Gloves creeping their way to your arms, A hat hiding the flow of thoughts, A veil on the face, enclosing its beauty.   Here I am, playing the songs in my head, Suffocated from the flesh, Where do I look, When the…

My Dear Leo

The time has come where the ink shall reach the land, Where you sit in peace, where you preach power. How beautiful, the crown of wind, how majestic; And you residing as the angle to hold the man.   Storms, they tend to have their way, And the sand does not go with the fur…

Dear Gemini

We are gently written in the sky, Like the wind, escaping the empty minds, On the look of paradise, from the ocean, To the shore, from the Sun, To the Moon.   This curiosity links the woman to a thought, To change the world, but only to herself, She sings the beautiful discovery of the…

The Scars Faded In Dark

It was threaded to be this way, A story that sang of their sins, A lore that brought light to the scars, A truth, trembling under the umbrella of her stars. She was born in happiness, But, the faith awaited grief, She was brought up with kindness, But, the sin pushed the heaven to her…

Gods of Love

Originally posted on The Fine Margin:
Oh Aphrodite Have I mistaken Love ? Passion oozes Skin grinds against skins Breathing in the moist Smell of holy union ? Oh Cupid Have I mistaken Love ? My hands glide through her hair Like black mares Running in the dark Oh the hair ? Oh Venus Have…

It’s “MY” story…

Originally posted on Healingthroughlens:
Our life of cravings and desires we certainly made a story out of it. Story, which grows every single day. Story of birth, story of heartbreak, story of you being changed, life is a complicated story but nothing else. So, what is it ? You making your life a story or…