Life of A Shoe

I have walked onto graveyards,trampled on soil and grime,run marathons on boulevards,flown in an airplane sublime, I have waltzed on the Elvis’Felt the rush in the barI have travelled on the ferrisWatching the shore afar I have danced around the meadowsMade memories on strollsDigged through the burrowsIn hopes of finding goals I have seen the

Love Can Never Be The Same

Do you wonder how people say that they love something or someone at one point in their life and the next they don’t even care? In terms of humans, they say the term ‘true love’ but is it something that really exists? What exactly is ‘true love’ and where does the commitment part come? And

Two Lovers

“Ugh, this is so tiring! I told him that I did not want to come but he just never listens, he always wants things to go his way”, and then I heard low sobbing from her side, low in noise but she was crying a river. Probably I won’t need water for some time! Eventually

Dear Stranger

Dear Stranger, I remember seeing you once at the river. I had run away from my house, and wanted to sit somewhere alone, cry all my pain away. The river, behind the closing of the forest was the only secret place of mine. And I used to go there whenever I would feel low. Never

I am a sailor

I am movingSlow, steady motionYet, yacht quaveringTrying to equilibrizeStanding on the deckI see vastnessBlue……Bluish beneathWild blue yonderAll aroundNot a soulVoice of windYet, deadly silent Salty air, saline breath Sonic, tidal waves Kissing the sides of kitesurferWind caressing my faceTranquility hugging my heart I go to the edgeSudden stumbling of yacht Almost deathHolding on to the

The feel of writing

Its been longLong since I have scribbled somethingMy thoughts, my emotions Or just my mood swingsIts been too long You wanna know how has it been for meAll this time? Even I don’t know I guess, I was just busy, Busy doing nothing, Nothing productive Just busyContemplating what I had been doing There are so