Do you feel hurt, then, why don't you blurt, Walking with those eyes down, every day, round and round, Why put up a face, to show you are fancy and brave, Things are not bright, I know it, I am right, Talk to me, without any fright, maybe, you will feel a bit light, Please… Continue reading Are you Alright?
For the love of languages... Spill a word ! Origin: Spanish A heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity. It comes from inside as a physical/emotional response to art. It is what gives you chills, makes you smile or cry as a bodily reaction to an artistic performance that is particularly expressive. Federico García Lorca first… Continue reading Spill a Word: Duende (art)
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
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!
We are not a one, but, a shade of unison, Within or without, not a single space left out, We always share this place, this flow, this wrath, this gigantic maze, A whisper arise, will we ever open our eyes? with no divide, embrace the unified?
A Little Green Bell 