I may not be a poet, but I do write poetry. My poetry may not rhyme, But it does rhyme with my life. My lines may not be straight, but they straight-forwardly pass on the message. I may not run to my dreams for there are many pitfalls. But, I may vault to my dreams … More NO TITLES REQUIRED


I have been thinking of her, of her face and her misty grace. Of her glow, her hair dangling mistletoe. Of her feet, when beautifully they tip-toe. A fairy with white wings, she shines in the dark world. Her touch is so strong, she feels in a breath of swirls. She moves in a whirling … More FROM A STOLEN SIGHT


Oh dear! it’s my third award. I am feeling so amazing to share it with you all. I would like to thank Shonessa for nominating me! About this award “Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out … More A NEW AWARD!!


Consider a blind man, so still his eyes stand. Yes, he’s Mr. Cane, a virtuous soul, and the least mundane. It’s a challenge for him as they all believe. But, I reckon it is to find the true relief. So, I too accept this hashtag hurdle and overlook all the muddle. The blindfold of expectations … More THE PERFECT BLIND


When the night falls, look up in the sky, you’ll find twinkling objects up high. Those blinking objects are the beautiful stars, though from earth they are quite far. But, they are not made of rocks on which we could walk. They are just a mixture of gases. But the question why they twinkle? comes … More JUST IN MY DREAMS


Joining their parts, they stand still. They can counter every echoing evil. Vigorously you tremble, still find them ensemble. Hanging on the periphery, striving for serenity. Yet taken for granted, for being just an outline on several maps. Effectual they are regarded, winning praise for their shine. By a chain the neck is guarded, like … More THE GOLDEN THORNS