At once, as the memories unfold How many shades will you hold? Into the eyes ravished with truth Heart murmuring unshaken trust I lost me Between beige and porcelain In the warmth of ivory skin with everything of our journey As your tone surface I lost me With wrappers and ribbons Canvas white, untouched Textures... Continue Reading →
Your Portrait
The paints will never merge. In those vibrant colours, gentle strokes and the texture of your skin, all I give is me. The You in Me. The memories we created. Between the shades of black, I cannot relive the past again. I don't wanna make another journey this year, living everything that made us and... Continue Reading →
Nothing in a word but thanks
Between evanescent rainbows I sensed your petrichor of love A love, robust as pure nectar Making these sands of my clock Out of the regular limelight But in the gleam of my eyes You made it clear as crystal Naïve and selfless in all forms You were there, everytime There, for you meant to be... Continue Reading →
The Mystery Blogger Award- Thank You Crushed Caramel
This weekend didn't go as expected. Travelling back to back I ended up getting sick. With festive next week this soreness will vanish. Yeah! It's Pongal holidays for a week and I gotta practice Rangolis. Family time! For now , I have this wonderful post which I enjoyed drafting. Woo-hoo! My first Mystery Blogger award! Thanks... Continue Reading →
Tears
Let them flow As cascades slow Soothing within Healing scars of life Don't worry them For From the weeping candles Comes the brightest light To survive the dark! ~Ponnz Picture Courtesy :Pixabay
Traces #1 – Coddler of my soul
The darkened clouds and the rainbow hues thrived hundred lightnings. The weather gave a different feel that year. A year that is remarkable to me for two reasons. One, it was when I entered my college days. Two, it marked a great transition in me. A crowd of enthusiastic minds at late teens assembled together... Continue Reading →
Mask 🎭
Truth to be told Truth wasn't the same
Quencher#1 : In search of Traces
The people can seem familiar, motive may be the same, the route can turn to be predictable but every time the feel is unique. No single trip ends the same way.