Ode to my home.

There are places Holding luminosity engulfed in obscurity. Narrowed streets yelling of stillness. The moon rays are pouring its all…

Fantasy parade.

The dark shadows and loitering humans As I walk through the love patched streets of Paris, the mellifluous french music…

Book Review:Padmavati

My hiatuses are sometimes a bit long,I accept that.But Whenever I am not here,I do feel like some part is…

Through a mirrored glass.

Photo credit=Me There are two kinds of persons in the world,one is imaginative and other is referred simply as ‘Realist’.But…

The ceasing stage.

The lights are overwhelming me here, Everything is striking in yellow glory My eyes hurt to see things so faultless…