Bitter asks you to look within, for it holds a mirror to the face. Passions run high, when our emotions are manifested in the form of this tumultuous relationship. It is a grapple with the self, with no clear winner but sheer patience and self love. The simplest truth of them all, hence the most difficult. Read more →
It is a rainy evening, full of conversations and good work on my brand spanking new wooden desk. Cradling a cold brew throughout, my delicate sensibilities have been on a high. The music isn’t helping, and I find myself drifting away. Skimming through what I’ve written over the last few months, it’s startling the passion that has gone into these sentences. I forget most of the things I write. I forget the intensity experienced till the words are read again. This compilation was meant to happen. Read more →
When the moon shines bright, it’s a good night to fall in love. Her words set the tone. Do you smell the summer spice in her hair? Feel the wind hug you in its entirety, and her. When the scent of the night flowers lays insistent, it’s a good time to fall in love. Taste the rain, do you, it comes like she does, slow and heavy, wet and thirsty, you gasp like you have never had. Read more →
Time flies fast these days and the nights seem ever so young.
So restless, the air always is, it calls for the higher winds.
The best times are coming. The bright light inside. Read more →
A cycle makes you deserve yourself, celebrate life between the two wheels of blossom and decadence. Read more →