A dream lit above a city coming alive below it Between the two I sleep waiting for the dreams that forgot to cuddle me The stillness...

The absurdity of staying awake all night when dreams have long given up on your days Unheaved slumber eager to engulf remnants of the...

If life were a painting only a face to face it All the walls and veils and what goes behind the happy houses could be left unpainted...

If life were a song one could croon uncared, melodies flowing through tones of abandon or lack of any pitch or timbre Rhythm and rhyme...

The most beautiful the most painful Makes you strong makes you vulnerable Makes you dream takes away sleep Makes you needy obviates all...

When sepia was a colour different from grey. And camera wasn't less of a luxury. Photographs taken at intervals predecided. Visiting...

The joy of the dreams that didn't dream to fulfill themselves The ambitions that over the maturing years aspired to be their silly self...

The flight was on time but I wasn't on it With the quick sec-check and the web check-in delayed I did manage to send my absence to board...

For a hundred reasons and one more Enmeshed unto each other and one just left Jutting out like a bone just fractured I seek out the web I...

The calm of being dead for so long The possibility of coming alive so brief The journey from Alpha to Omega and all the alphabets in...

Every event in the future, past or present, magical or mundane Vying for a place in the crammed pages of history Burdening the antiquity...

Trapped in the cage borne of hope Looking into the future emptied of guilt Nothing could be easier than seeing The present being burnt...

Trailing off midsentence a wall of silence rose between us She stared at me I was supposed to see what she had left from saying Lips...

Evening swaddled in ochre red carpet laid out for the night Dusk perforated by branches ambitious trees reaching skies Metamorphosing my...

Who are you to test my virtues? The impatient one bestowed with the wand and the wings and the power to turn humans into owls without...

My seeing makes it shine my touching makes it come alive My feeling makes it glow my holding makes it grow real My senses make the sense...

Sky was falling stars giving up on the firmament Seas were rising moon teasing them incessant Fire was walking down flames had gravity...

Horizons, sunrise beauty of the morning, Not contained in beauty or morning Flowers, spring limits of blossoming, Not expressed in spring...

Suspended from a timeline I am swinging Between summer unbearable and winter hoodwinking Streets are empty breeze is cautious I have come...

Dreams galore too many to care Some have me inspired some leave me in despair Of the things to make of the being to become Of the peaks...