Art & Literature

The sound in silence

Floating in the air , like a lifeless feather So light and so free The gentle wind , of the sea and the earth Lifting my spirit to touch the heavens Into the darkness , I keep looking Pitch black

Miscellaneous

Smitten

Calm and clean, my mind Time before her pretty sight Streamlined thoughts , sleep of solace Peace in my eyes , without any fight The day I saw her , the day I left sanity Lost in her beauty ,

Miscellaneous

The Uncivilized Indian

Millions of years in evolution and thousands of years in developing our culture, we have established pretty well that we are far more evolved than any other beings on this planet in every possible way. I agree. But only on

Art & Literature

Liberation

Of this world and of this skin Of flesh and blood I am Feet on the ground , thoughts of the stars Stuck in reality and chained with humanity Screams my immortal soul To be liberated To be enlightened It

Art & Literature

The wounded wings

Anchored to the ground Like a trapped Phoenix I flap my wings, trying to break free I scream out my pain, hoping for freedom Thoughts flying around Poking, agonising Saddening and bleeding The blue skies , still a distant dream