Rum or Vodkaor maybe some whiskey a combination sometime whatever seems risky choice is irrelevant of the favoured spiritinsobriety is the destination with whatever means that’s legit but it is not in the elixir there lies the funit is in the armsof the only one
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Demure – yet not
DemureShe sitsNone of the hair frayed Flashs of colourpeeks throughThe prim dull greys The naughty and wildSecurely hiddenReigning in the crave What the cloths hidewhat lies in the mindThe eyes betrays #TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 308, 2/21/23
That, What is us
There it lies Separated by time and the wrinkled age Still intact In the warmth of shared blood In the resonating beats Of the pining hearts In the words and rhythm Of our song That, what is Us
My worn out Shoes
My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
Achu – The Mahout
My father turns 84. He celebrates the thousand full moons. He had a childhood dream of becoming a Mahout. He celebrates his 84th birthday with his wife who turns 75. AchuThe young MahoutIs all of 84 For this young heartThe ageIs just a mere score Bathed freshIn milky light of thousand moonsHe is up forContinue reading “Achu – The Mahout”
Ab uthegi subah
तुम उठोगी सुबह शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत जैसी तुम हो आँखें मलती हुई लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह जैसे तुम हो कुछ नींद में सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली जैसे तुम हो अब उठेगी सुबह मेरी बाहों में जैसे तुम हो
Break the law
Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how? The law unwrittenwas brokenwho would catchthe culprit who would judgethe crimewho would makethe distinction of the right from the wrong
Let me dream
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? Story of myselfwhere would it starthow would it sift the realfrom the dream and which onewould it narratethe real or the dreamand how will it knowthe difference maybe the title would readI am wake – let me dream
A law to be changed
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why? Gravity it weighs me down 😀😀
From here to forever
In the momentsof foreverWe spend our timeTogether There liesthe embracein slow caress of timeStretching forever Entwined as oneBeneath thesatin sheetsAlways drawing closer Warm lipsLead to hungry heartsAlway eagerWith passion forever In the eyesIn the breathIn each others beingIn arms of each other From hereTo whereverHolding handsWe will walk forever
My Tales Within 