paint me colourless

of paint, poetry, prayers and preambles

of feathers and petals

Heaven lies at the feet of your mother

a different side of you

i was a different side of you, the side you longed to be like


"I fell in love with a fickle woman"

mistake my silence

continued and concluded

the first lifetime

a sign, or two and a meeting of two poets

inspired by life

life, a dance of the senses

your every choice

black coffee shadow

see how it all comes crumbling down

Eternalness of Space

Third eye Shiva

the darkest of nights...

i write, but why?

Diary flowers petals coffee

i write, but why?