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 theContinue reading “Life of A Shoe”
Category Archives: Writing
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? AndContinue reading “Love Can Never Be The Same”
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! EventuallyContinue reading “Two Lovers”
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. NeverContinue reading “Dear Stranger”
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 theContinue reading “I am a sailor”
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 soContinue reading “The feel of writing”