Dystopia
Ever wondered as to why we maintain so many faces, As if in contingency to the day’s innumerable phases, The only thing we are saved, is from physically changing the mask, But that does not make it any simpler a
Frank Einstein
“What is beauty?”, a friend once casually asked me, And I thought, “of all the people around, why me?”, But somehow, the question seemed less casual and more profound, The answer was something easier understood than found. With slanted eyebrows
Yes & No
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean
Walk Away
When you hold me, to shake me awake, And not even the slightest effort I make, That is when you should realise, the more I dream, That much longer our relationship will take to redeem. When you feel me, throbbing
Galaxies
Like old time chums who must bet on every game, We know that for us, the game isn’t just a game, We even go to the stadiums, faces painted like raving fans, But at the end, all that remains is