everlasting

Added a few more lines to this post. Brumal tales woven through the fringe of her eyelashes, her eyes curled in soft crinkles. Her gaze, habitually aloof, drifted outside the thatched cottage. ” How did you come to know that drover?” he asked sternly. Suddenly her luscious eyes grew paler. Her glassy face mirrored the

vista

Incandescent peaks of halcyon hills seize your gaze in the evening when weary sun grazes those hilltops and sky simmers with crimson, vermilion, azure and milky white lights. Slowly a fiery red flush creeps over the valley and spills around the horizons sprinkling the sneaky woods with a soothing blush. Leisurely the dimming sky gathers

beyond the realm of affordablity

I have loved you in the itchy moments of bizarre possibilities at the same time coming to terms with the fact that I will never chance to hear “Now I pronounce you man and wife,”. Yet, I heard the tapping of your tentative steps shambling up to me in my bittersweet longing for shared bliss.

when they crashed into each other

And that’s how Darby and John crashed into each other or so the story goes… ” Woe betide anyone who comes closer!” She drew her sword from the sheath and stuck it to his neck. “Better set your face against any temptation.” Her ruthless gaze flared up. He quickly seized hold of her hand and

without you by my side

I fell out of love, I must confess. Love that was proliferating underneath our well-worn facade. I wildly lamented and howled at the crumbling of my shell and it was gnawing at me. Falling out of love was just a part of incessant, infinite fall. Over and over again. I shuddered with an unknown foreboding

gentleman

Putting things in order, running like a headless chicken days went by. It’s just a few weeks since Tim pulled up the stakes and moved to this small town of India. Clearly, he didn’t know anyone here from Adams. When his new po-faced neighbour Mr Dixit raved about the girl next door, his heart turned

leaving

Slowly, I am coming to terms with your refusal, Aargh! This devilish torture, so brutal! Languidly, packing all my belongings Shuffling away with a heavy heart My eyes peeled for apple tart… My beloved you’re just a pie in the sky Alas! in the wilderness I am left to cry My heart, a migratory bird…

tonight my projection

The ghost of accumulated dreams is finally laid _ I hedge my bets From tracles of suitors Who peer at the impish roses Adorning my raven hair Soaked with scented lores Of secret nights _ When I pass by the mirror Torrents of my silent odeillade embodying my passion are laid to waste as you’re

three

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a small token of gratitude

I yawned and leisurely picked up the newspaper and flicked a cursory glance. Yippee! India won! But..unfortunately I didn’t know much about cricket…Well, I wasn’t an artist, nonetheless, I decided to draw something. Then I grabbed a pen and wrote a letter of appreciation to the Indian Team. Dear Indian Cricket Team, I want to