The Wedding Ring

The wedding ring lay heavy on the third finger, as my finger ages, it sunkens and digs deep. The wedding ring never ages, its tiny diamonds still sparkles, it glows like a pale moon… A woe, a misery it has tight grip around my swollen finger like metal shackles… It’s glorious sheen encircles my timid …


Love A Wasteland

Behind those crooked smiles lie some grief, little pain… Those winning dimples, sunken deep in cheeks hollowed by cheap joints of gas-stations telling tales of murky betrayals.  Ruby wines oozing of the pale veins in those abandoned cabarets. Love a  Wasteland! She did bloom a Rose or a Tulip somewhere!


In the darkest pits of soul lingers a little flame kept alive by the rays of purity. A perpetual fire, illuminating the grim core, burning the edges of stale misfortunes….. A lone flame standing its ground against cruel winds of fate….. Assuring that heaven is right there with-in us, surrounded by our own hells, and in …


Am I nostalgic?  For the sinful youthful gone by, the momentary bubbles of champagne  burs-ted vanished into thin airs. Am I nostalgic?  Of the elusive lovers lost in the abysses of spiral times. Am I nostalgic?  Of the silent tears and melancholia heart of my youth! Am I nostalgic? Of my fleeting vanity  and the …


Swathed in the warmth of your skin in awe of deep amorous breaths, slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats provoking  gentle ripples in me. Without a hope for redemption under the ardent urgency surrendered and taken away to the prisons of your venereal mockings to be arrested under your love-spell!    

Something A Miss

Genesis began a void an empty black-hole on whose fringes blinding yellowness dwells. Something a miss in the center! What, I shall never know? A fissure somewhere in the embellish wall in-front. Always one brick less in the cemented wall of our existence…

The Day We Became A History

The day we become a history, the sepia air dampened the lush green memories,the hollow houses stood empty while the gleeful  ghosts of the past occupied shallow graves, that lazy brook saw it all with her tearful eyes, the azure skies didn’t budge from their stands while the ancient trees remained testimonials  of the day we become a history.


Fear is love it lingers… chases and  breaks, melting away in veins morphing into pulsating  heart-beats, strangulating in narrow lungs Fear is love!

The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches Midst blooming wild poppies and the mammoth elephant grasses, thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had. May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over, as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair; vicious winds from the North gushed  echoing footsteps of a massive feet …

A Glance

  A glance is enough for the heart to beat to  transform naivety into shrewdness  of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds never chirp on the skeletal …