Some day I shall gather your memories
And throw them to the winds
Slowly, one memory at a time
I would let them escape,
UntilI have erased
As long stretches of empty cranes stood waiting, for the last of the Ganesha's to bid adieu, I felt my eyes welling up from a sadness th...
You don't have to tell me. I just know. Its that little sniffle that comes through The unexplained pauses The slow responses I know...
If I could do a Neruda, You would have smelt of summer roses And Autumn pine. There would have been sheer love Of the kind that causes o...
Not all days are the same. There are those nameless faceless ones that are born out of ennui and quickly fly into oblivion. Nothing good com...