We found love on the sands of Troy. For a short moment, I was cured of myself. Now I am not so well. You were my antidote, my cathartic catalyst; I found my freedom in you. But now this heart’s in cages and the tide is coming in on me. We found love on the … More Sands of Troy
“In this city, every deserted street corner conceals a crowd. It appears in a minute when something disrupts the way in which the world is supposed to work. It can disappear almost as instantaneously.” – Jerry Pinto 5.10.18 10.41 Smit Daily Photo Challenge: Place in the World
she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve. her feelings inked, all a jumble. from poetry, to lyric art. these words she couldn’t mumble. eyes almost dead, glistening with tears, not one emotion read. her lips sealed shut, tongue in a knot, no words could be said. she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve, … More Tattoo Sleeve
~ Your lips, your skin have me enchanted and I would like nothing else but to savor them each and every second of my being. ~ 2.34 4.24.18 Smit.
New York City Skyscrapers “I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.” … More Prolific
According to the archaeologists, this boy has a reverent gesture but I really believe that he is smiling, probably at a guest or someone. To me, his smiling expression says – “Please join me! Let’s have fun together! I invite you to join me for my great adventure!” I love him! Btw, this is actually … More Smiling Sudhana
There’s a song a bird sings Outside my window Every morning and evening Per my reckoning, It welcomes the joy of the morning Whilst the sky blooms like a tender flower of lotus And it also farewells the twilight of the evening Whilst the sky closes like a tender flower of lotus All the while … More A Song A Bird Sings
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and … More Awakening
Yesterday when I saw the moon shining bright I knew that the demons had rise And that my crying moans will sound again Sweetheart, what have you done this? You told me in the morning dust that you loved me That perhaps, you want me to love you the same I became the martyr … More Sweetheart, What Have You Done This?
They say that the time never stops But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops? It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’ But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit … More The Photograph