A crackFrom a fallWidening deeperdisintegrating the potTill only mud remainedAnd then I knewMud it wasOnlyPot was builtBy two hands, Not onecrafted by care Bound by loveAnd it was builtNot bought
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Twelve angry men
एक फ़ैसला जो सबको मंज़ूर हो या वो सच जो सबको महसूस हो
I like the Cool 😎 one
Beauty waits for the beholder
BeautyWaits for the eyesThat seesFor whenIt recognisesIt glowsthen ittruly becomesBeauty
First thing on my mind
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. Where’s my pen?
I am the seed
My job is doneI am now to wither To merge with the soilAnd feed the netherFrom my nectar Will rise the nextDrawn to me They did the restMy colour is lostthat was me indeedI am not gleaming in the sunI am in the depths, buried I am withering awayYet I am completeI am not theContinue reading “I am the seed”
Bad dream
Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark…. Bad dreamPlays out Tormentsbehind the closed eyesCold Sweat on the browand a pounding heartThat almost diedWoke up relievedIt was unrealmade upContinue reading “Bad dream”
The painter up there
My first sight
I saw your splendourIn my first sight before dawnAnd my world glowed too
In the rough
For the love of golf!!
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