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 for most of us,this two facades of personality is submerged,in equal measure.So,Here is my tribute to these intricately yet profusely magnificent sides of human nature. Beginning with,I am writing about some thing which I never…

The ceasing stage.

The lights are overwhelming me here, Everything is striking in yellow glory My eyes hurt to see things so faultless without follies,without mistakes. It seem a life borne out of the palm of the Almighty. Bring me the celestial Air and push me to breath in it But when I think about the place to…

Excerpt’s from my diary..(28th September,2017)

As I am writing sasthi is passing by and saptami is on the doorstep,one friend of mine’s birthday is on 28th september,today between our conversations,she confessed she is afraid of growing up,she wants to live in this moment where her skin is like morning dew and the sunlight falls right across her glowing hair.Then,i saw…