where are you?

if i was born at a different time lived in a different place if i could experience a different dimension found at the edge of space... would i fall over? or would i find myself back to here and would now hold any meaning if tomorrow was irrelevant if yesterday never remained i still wished i … Continue reading where are you?

Pratiksha – The Wait

The Wait

of absence and presence

the absence of you is ever present in me though you had left, traces of you remain like a poisoned fragrance a lethal temptation like the nightmare at dawn a bitter companion like the remnant of a sting though i did turn my cheek how i long for the presence of you to be forever absent in me

the thought of you

i caused the thought of you and now you want to leave? i refuse to release you with no introduction you descended upon the doorstep of my imagination without an invitation you merged yourself into my memories you now believe you are real? if i wished it so, i could relinquish you in an instant... but … Continue reading the thought of you

loved my silence

it was not me you loved but my words and when i stayed quiet i found you loved my silence even more

a secret escapes

from the heart a secret escapes through the tongue too late... for recall hear the shatter of broken trust

perception

my perception of me is because of the presence of you

Celebrating Courage

It is true Dreams are not for the weak You need courage to imagine Persistence to hope Self-respect to keep walking  Dreams are fragile *** Today I have the pleasure to celebrate courage. The courage of my dear friend Kanwal who has shown a whole lot of us how to tackle life when it deals us an … Continue reading Celebrating Courage

The Importance of Being Nothing

I need you, but only So you can break me, tenderly Into tiny particles, crush Me into the finest powder, whiffed Away by your precious breath, such That eventually, in an instant I become nothing, because Nothing, Nothing is of more importance than you

lovers and haters

don't judge love by the lovers nor determine hate from the haters fervor is fickle, flighty few pass tests of integrity