It was moonrise, I sat by my bedside, The muse invites, to show me its side, Well! I briefly sigh, mumbling to decide, This! should I write, or, shouldn't I write, The mind scares, but how will it look like, A judgment arise, to the inspiration that arrives, The heart opens, ..., be gentle and… Continue reading Love Thy Muse!
After all these years, of fog and fight, I have come to realise, what my life really looks like, Awake or at night, both seem alike, either, I drown myself to write, other times, I keep up to survive, After all these years, of fog and fight, I have come to secretly realise, what I,… Continue reading A Wise Mirror
As an artist, we cannot simply observe from a distance. We have to breathe, immerse, surrender ourselves to the inspiration that has knocked on our door at that moment, and we intend to honour it. There is something about our nature that just doesn’t allow us to let pass the opportunity. We dig deep and… Continue reading Nature of an Artist
Loneliness is screaming aloud, my heart is ripping inside out, the bones are cracking open, darkness is spreading illusion, That help seems afar, and time has come at par, I need that courage to uprise, one day at a time would suffice, Sometimes, now at often times, the only way to survive, is to churn… Continue reading Only Way Out!