Autumn reflections in rose apple red and gold frame the village, where a musician composes his thoughts and stirs a potpourri of words– a cluster of houses scattered here and there, with cascade of duskiness in shades of sapphire and gunmetal grey, I watch him run up a… Read more“A day in an American Village”
The sorbet-souffle clay of dusk entails a full realization, as ethereal as it is, like scent of rose or musk— I am convinced, the universe is out to tell me things, silhouetted against the sun, my heart reaches a conclusion. Aren’t they too a witness of beauty, haven’t they stirred… Read more“In Conversation with Softening Dusk”
Yellow. He replies as we make our way to a café nearby, I glance upon the side of his face, he is the same as me– like coffee with milk in it. The green city bustles with beauty, with stone lions facing the sea, and gondoliers passing… Read more“Re-Statement of Romance”
Butter pecan brown and wrapped in tomorrows, I am forever in search of realms that shall not wither or lie, where green groves flourish and moon is a symbol of human breathiness, a brazen haze, a bohemian escape, for it’s a difficult thing to hide fervour caked under… Read more“Dark-Plumed”
