We are made of stories.
Of memories of moments.
Of blossoms that yearn for ink and paper.
Of hearts that pump out instants and lifetimes.
Overflowing Ideas.
We are made of stories.
Of memories of moments.
Of blossoms that yearn for ink and paper.
Of hearts that pump out instants and lifetimes.
By some magicEverything fits into a huge puzzleThe whole of which is invisible to usBut we can acceptThat when imagination meets realitySense can be made. But what if somedayEverything starts to fall apartAnd we come to a pointWhen language fails to expressOur detailed thoughts and intentions When the very tool that helped us communicateWill be …
Many times while packaging puzzles in life, a couple of pieces are misplaced. They end up in the midst of a puzzle where all of the pieces piece to form a picture, but them. We try to fit these pieces in the puzzle, in spare space. We try, but in vain. That piece cannot be …
We start everyday holding on. We hold on to our loved ones to make sure they don’t leave. We hold on to the world to make sure we don’t miss it. We hold on to ourselves so we don’t fall. We juggle our tasks and go on to the next puzzle of life. Sometimes our …
This is a poem about a person who is angry at another person. A person who wants to go back to safety, but knows he can’t. A person who wants to change everything, but never will. DON’T Don’t treat me like I am glassAnd that I might break Any secondIf you let me go Don’t …