Pen to paper

Floating in the mind are stories to pen emotions of unnoticed ladies and gentlemen meandering, looking out for leaves embrace them all, without motives, malice. Their skin, kith and kin, to matter least patient pages like earth, to drink the ink at ease no questions asked, no judgements passed fables of colorful days, simply present from the past. Once written […]

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Retelling

Lines do not come from me they do, through me, says Rumi*. Yes I know we steal the tune in every day and night to prune with or without the witness of the stars rises and falls, lies in our hearts comes out as words, humming breeze in seconds, as thousand memories touch the leaves or the flute as fruits […]

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two small poems

Dead-and-alive Verses on pages fall beyond rehearse as reserves in thoughts progress, reverse lines lie dead like writers’ hearse, revealed and alive by healing readers. Gears Eyes and ears are drivers of a kind hands that compose through light and sound as organs they nest inside the mind to chirp the tale of what is around.

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