Between accepting the denial and denying the acceptance Life is moving as winter river, slowly and steadily cutting the ice. I’m aged old young soul thinking of nothingness not fullness. The swan song had been sung and its tune still the breeze hum. Revenant is the existence; warming body from flake of extinguished– Time; possession…… Continue reading Blank
Young November morning Wind Splash on my face Making it cold. I (Foolishly again) Look for you, Hidden warmth Of Your embrace.
November. Back in 2016, I had registered to WordPress to write a blog. But, like my other forgotten blog accounts this I had abandoned after writing an essay and keeping it aside not posting ’til a few weeks later. My first post here was on 27th. I’ll share that poem on that day again, so let it…… Continue reading Inside the Eleven
Dedicated to my first WordPress Poem & my Readers
Night sky not lightened by moon By the stars of a constellation. I’m lying under it, Hands under head, (And) a cigarette on mouth… Nothing to hold on, Nothing to think on… A planet is shining bright How old is it light? I feel a restlessness; I felt the silence After a storm hurled… At…… Continue reading Autumn is Far