CLOUDS AT MY DOOR STEP So many seers were seen missed in the mystical realm Found the traces of their inquisitive souls in the cloud of unknowing A lonely cloud represented radiantly the sheer solitude Thus Wordsworth canonized his quest for romantic
PASSION I’m literally dangling Between the jostling jaws of time Dwelling in the dell of deep confusion An alibi of unresolved contradictions An insatiable curiosity To come out of canned emotions Exalting wit weans While I experiment with truth Without intellect and
SILENCE Albeit unpredictable moments, I stay on trend to recount the bliss of silence Like a solitary moon, I assiduously wait for next night with utter patience As upon the bosom of silent sky, still stars will sing the songs of silence
LISTEN TO ME Listen to me more When I’m in the maze of malady Read more about me When I write my rants on a sheet of paper Save me O’ benevolent souls When I’m drowning down the pool of despair Align