...I day dream. Therefore, I am the queen, of my thoughts. Though thirteen, I drift, between, one conception, to another. I create opinions, liberate dilemmas, assert convictions, deal paroxysm, create perfections.” I am neither, a thinker, nor a, ...
…Get me a cappuccino, with toasties, flavored in Jalapeno.” “Anything special for the cappuccino?” He asked, the waiter chivalrous. “Follow the ideal doing, grind the beans just before brewing. Use spring water, for softened water, makes a ...
Follow the ideal doing, grind the beans just before brewing. Use spring water, for softened water, makes a horror. A parley perfect, between the coffee, and the milk, with some, brown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginge...
Each drop that fell, had a story to tell. each smile that curved, said a million words. (Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)
I will be me, when world aberrantly will feel, my gravity! I will turn into my, when their shrill cry will stop asking why! (Poem:Because you so wanna meet me, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Identity is not the face, Identity is not the trait, Neither is it the success pace, Nor is it the personality grace. Let alone it being your cliché phrase, Or did you think, It’s some religious faith? My child, it’s alarming that it’s none, I...
Certain voices heard are heard not because they are phonetic... But, from one soul they head, to another, in the form of magic. (Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)
…I wanted to remove, my diamond earrings, for I felt they were, weighing a little heavy. I wanted to remove my heels, for I felt they were, taking me a little, above the ground, than I needed to be. I wanted to, throw away my blazer, for it was too...
Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible. For the Earth, without ‘Art’ is just ‘Eh
Takes birth in me, also, dies in debris. I am a Potpourri. A mix of dead petals, effusing divine fragrance. Walking on the journey, of controversy. I am a Potpourri.
Their Love said, “Made for Each Other” Our Love says, “Made from Each Other
Distrust won’t do good to you. But still if you ever do. Doubt you husband, Maybe doubt your wife. But never suspect, your kid’s father, or the mother of your child.
Embrace your imperfections. Fancy your flaws. Flaunt your blemishes. Adore your birthmarks. Laugh off glitches. Discuss your setbacks. Don’t call your mistakes ‘Regrets’ Call them ‘Lessons
Moon is a shining ball, from the window on my wall. Moon is blemish-laden, from the terrace of my mansion. Moon is a cold flame, from the porthole of my airplane. Yet I have heard, Moon is muse to philosophy brothers, Moon is nurse to romantic lovers...
Some say the glass is half full and blush, Some say it’s half empty and sink, I feel you are in the midst of, reaching out for another awesome drink!
When I said yes, it implies till death, and forever thence. When I said love, it connotes trust, allied in situations tough. And today, when I hold your hand, I am prepared to stand, any trouble, any avalanche.
Let certain things be uncertain. Appreciate the puzzle that life is, insofar as I know, after a scheme of steps, all Crosswords have a solution, and every Sudoku makes a lot of sense.
How destiny plays games so thrilling, both stay in the same building. His books declared for the best seller of the year, and she lives in the apartment to his but upstairs. He is making fame, she has committed suicide severe. The same window of the ...
Her brain was acutely damaged in the accident. When the doctor was coming out of the ICU, he feared. He made an evil prayer. “I am fine to live with her memories, I will settle myself with the very thought that she isn't anymore, happily and gently...
