Human

Geometric lines coursing on the ground, housing temporary guests firing kerosene sprouting stems of toxic smoke – avid conquerors leaving passing scars in the skies. We are colons acting like haughty kings in a castle,  Advertisements

Lone Islands Crashing

She felt animated – her heart brimming with emotions, as if it were about to explode. The liquid joy coursing through her veins made her feel like she could take on the world.

Home

“She loved those in-between moments, where worlds join and make everything possible. Precious instants that merge dreams and reality, building bridges, creating links she could not even see before.”

Peaceful Pause

My thoughts are washed away – The sounds of the ripples Crashing on the shore,   A few rays of sunlight piercing Through the cloud mantle Hovering in the skies.

Caught in Mid-Air

Morning light’s warming up my face, wiping off doubts, cleansing all worries with a vibrant shine. My eye sight is turned blind through this power surge feed. My mind projects bits and pieces of you in the midst, interweaving dreams in the fabric of reality. I sigh…

Cemented Breath

i- Stone serpent conjured, erected by human hands. Rim charmed by passing souls runs, and rides along, protects. It shelters, and hides, undulates aside the lake. Man-crafted mineral matter, winding frontier between land and water, setting apart liquid body and earthy dust, stitching

Spinning

“My reality is declining. I’m lost in translation between the world with you and its bland alternate without.”

Fabricated Flowers

“It felt like a nothing disguising a something in hiding. My instinct was telling me there was something, or someone, watching me. It was right there in this wall. I did not know what it was. All I knew was what I could feel, and I was rarely wrong when my senses came to play.”

Merci!

Homework check. Tucked in bed, good night kiss, night embrace, Morning hug, loving smile – away you go. School all day. Back home. Lively chats, interest shown to a young adult in the making. That’s all they need, and up they grow.

Crossroads

Eyes reach, meet shyly. Lips share soft words clumsily. Souls smile heartily.

Theia*’s Servants

Sheer flickering lights popping on and dying out. Ephemeral life dancing on water too fast for our human eye to comprehend. We watch, breathless, as these soft, ethereal creatures bring on their weightless performance, sparkle, and slide their way on the lake,

Photograph

Irresistibly I am drawn to you. Dawn of another life etching before me, as your shades exposed to light imprint on live film. A new page is turned. Time unfolds, performs, acts as a complex series of chemical baths, developing, then stopping, fixing, and washing.