Arts (as a subject/topic) blends all hues with shape, forms, colours (ofcourse) and most important of all – imagination. Where dreams in colour come true on a canvas of varied natures/types, it is usually the person or the creator who breathes, senses and experiences its all, while creating the pièce de résistance. In this […]
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see. But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs
Fourteen years, to this day. Or was it, just yesterday? Breath choked, eyes moist. Thoughts n memories stay unvoiced. Every moment spent with you Is so dearly missed. And the last time Your forehead I kissed. My bucket list One thing stays unchecked. Some how, some time With you to re-connect. It’s impractical, That, I
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Nothing- just for you! Nothing did you ask of me.And nothing do I gift thee. Nothing but these lines.Nothing but some aromatic brew. Nothing that occludes the Sun.Nothing to mar lifes fun. Nothing but pure joyNothing but a new toy. Nothing but peace of mind.Nothing of that daily grind. Nothing but happiness around.Nothing but health,