the sun before it starts to melt This time we did not return,like a collapsing memorybridges burning under our feet,concrete grass growing on our fingers,our home- a satellite with pseudoscience effectorbiting. This time we arrived,at the doorstep of joy,our membranes merginglike the sky at horizon.With sunset bleeding on our skin,we watched birds dying,their feathers engulfing … Continue reading Recurring Damages
The Beginning
“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief.I hope I make them right this time. With a little hope I have started this blog again. The last one gave me immense love and it is the reason I am alive today. For some … Continue reading The Beginning
तुम उगते सूरज को देखो
कचनार के फूलों पर सूर्य पक्षीसूरज की तलाश में तुम उगते सूरज को देखो,बादलों के पार एक नया जहान हो जैसे,जहाँ धूप खिलखिलाती हो हर आंगन में,घरों में बहती खुशी की बहार हो जैसे। मनचले रास्तों पर निकल पड़ो,समय की बहती धारा को पीछे छोड़ चलो,रुको नहीं इस डर से की रास्ता खत्म हो जाएगा,ढूँढते … Continue reading तुम उगते सूरज को देखो
Who is the witness?
In frame : a rose in winter. this winter reeks of charming marshmallows,the fire beneath my skinny bonesbreaks into someone's houseand burnsthe desires of the world,the epiphany of the afterlifethat withers in the thoughtsalmost as uncertain as the snowfalling in the city of heat this winter is a deathless grief,surrendering to the faithof the lonely … Continue reading Who is the witness?
The Poetic Elixir 
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