The Journey

And now I realise, how similar the journey with a book is to love, Expectations and anticipations, taking the front seat You open the cover and take that sweet fragrance in. You enthusiastically go on and on, And you eagerly wait for that ‘it factor’, …

A Blindsiding Song

Those small talks never satisfied me enough Oh yes, this contentment I guess is what makes life tough May be it’s the craving of wanting to understand the world around Or the satisfaction of breaking open a person, making him unbound I have been going …

What am I, darlin?

What am I, darlin? A toy to play, Your molten clay, Or am I just a piece of your cake, Your biggest mistake. Tell me darlin… Is it my silence, Or my ignorance; Or am I just an absurd art out of place. Oh darlin… …