It happens that I tend to feed and caress my own thinking horses. O, I prefer to look at the…
My expectations run before my truth that lingered in absence of evidence Time and again, I find my feelings innocently…
Thy vast open sky as if long stretched hands of my charmer Enticing me to embrace and accept her unconditionally…
Who is she, knocking at my door at this hour of the day When king of the day has…
I immersed my soul into that perennial flow of deep fathomless streams My long held shame, misery and melancholy have…
Who cares whether rains have ever descended there again The pregnant clouds might have refrained to crawl down Easterlies have…