Ode to my home.

There are places Holding luminosity engulfed in obscurity. Narrowed streets yelling of stillness. The moon rays are pouring its all In the unhabited corners of houses That smell of abandoned glory. The red bricks are silently whispering Of a city vanishing in portions Akin to the ruins of Harrapa, an infinite memory that never ceases….

Laughter and rainy days.

Exhausted and worn out,but I wanted to pen down all I have to say,today.It is a day I would reminisce vividly,separating this day from the other mundane days. You may wonder,is it a concert she has gone or some prize she has won,what is the source of ‘Laughter’ as mentioned in the above title.This ‘laughter’…

Fantasy parade.

The dark shadows and loitering humans As I walk through the love patched streets of Paris, the mellifluous french music drowning my senses in each verse, The sharpening voice of the French singer, wrecked my soul akin to the warmth of the fireblaze on a drowsy snow coved morning, My mind reminisces the traces of…