Cobbler on the Street

Cobbler on the street Fixing the shoeI wore on my feetHe saysIt’s the soul that’s separatedFrom the worn out hideI asked If it can be mendedCan it be stitched backTo the way, it was beforeHe checked itInside outFeeling the textureGauging the damageIt’s been trampledUsed and abusedWorn in the mannerSo very irresponsibly Yet he said, heContinue reading “Cobbler on the Street”

Take a Backseat

Sometimes One must take a backseatBit messyNot particularly neatWatching the traveled path Roll out through the rear windowReflecting on the pastAnd not worrying of the futureWatching the sun Peek through the passing treesShading the half open eyesSleepy but not tiredHands free, Off the steering, but insteadfolded on the resting neckSupporting the relaxed headLegs on theContinue reading “Take a Backseat”

What’s it worth?

What good would be colours if you can see? Colours add so much value if you can see? But colours can only attract and grab attention. But cannot maintain it It can only add value and be value by itself. For it to be valuable, it needs the divinity of sight. Else a worthless illusion