"Rousing can be anything, any being. Even a kite so deceased in its innate form when set sailing by the wind is so inspiring just to see. 

so breathe in : we must now hear as the kite speaks… "

Oh the bluish wind...

Thou never despise me

Scaling the height unscaled 

And inspire my spirit below

To enliven me...

with a newer key..... 

"I remember passing through that lane.. in the month of February . It recoiled me back into time when we last met. And with every step I saw you. Glancing at me... I had my head bowed down.. So I couldn't meet your eyes.. those hazel eyes. I was scared to fall for, because I knew I'd lose myself.. The eyes of another Don Juan. So that smile contorted my reluctance I presume now... 

- So I passed the lane, it was the same lane. But a different day, different me, different everything. And I looked back to the lane to bade the memories of you- A Last Au Revoir. "  

With the savour of night queen

A fleeting moment….. Frozen in time and space


By the remnants of that twilight


No more the ‘familiar melodies’


Maybe no more the ‘same sunshine’


Only a heavy heart…  And blocked eyes..


Brimful of memories..

A last glimpse of everything…

Time to bid the last- The last au revoir….  

"Sometimes when I wake up I find myself miserable. The faint memories of my past threatens me, to stay as the failing me. But, then I recall, it has happened in the past too. I failed, people stabbed me hard. Did I fall ? Yes. But did I not rose back to mould myself? Did I not kill the distraught self? The Distorted self... "

The changed colour green

No way to escape, a forge within...

Now I need my colour back

Return my dream to glaze, not bleed...

Oh! A cramped heart!

To falter, I know- a sin waiting in the forlorn hope

Suffering to live laden..

A taint way- will suffer.... Walk silent splash, smile, wait....

The black eye, The distorted distressed self....