Undesire
Come to me not, as the cascading waterfall, Whose beauty lies, only in its own downfall, Whose bubbles only froth, when its heart is filed, Whose very purity, is always questioned and distilled. Come to me not, as the charming
Iscariot
One by one they emerge, slowly walking out, Stopping and asking each other, the way about, Though they all profess to have one common mind, Consensus is something humanity may never find. Only yesterday, it seemed we walked a common
Broken Pencil
Fresh from nowhere, it came, baggage in hand, All I could do was gape, just letting it stand, Though invited, yet so unwelcome, it would never understand, While every passing second was encroaching upon its land. It looked me in
Pair Of Wings
Sad, dejected, half-heartedly, I continued to walk, Wishing I had somebody, to whom I could freely talk, Someone human, someone imperfect, someone fallible, Someone who believed in the concept of impossible. Someone who sympathised with the mind’s inherent weakness, Someone
Fable
When you close your eyes to the world you know, Thus opening them to a world you will never know, You cannot control the direction your mind can go, For, here, control is something you must forgo. Sweltering under the