Someone asked the Artist, "What is the meaning of home to you?" "Perhaps it is the mellow rhythm being everywhere through the eyes of a Musician! Perhaps it is the ancient ruins or the icy alps for the Traveller! Perhaps its the shelves with books, or the pages flapping beneath the inked quill of a... Continue Reading →



You are like the bird with those countless feathers. Like the feathers, our life too has countless stories! Some unrevealed and some like the open book! You are like the bird migrating from barren lands to fluvial waters. In this expedition of yours, you will seek nothing but parched acres at times, Where you will... Continue Reading →


Not all stories are divine that are painted white on the gates of Heaven. Some stories would just be overwhelming like the sea, where the sound of the waves wasn't required to express the depth of the ocean. Not all stories were revealed like a vast meadow. Some stories were hidden in the cocoon and some... Continue Reading →

You were luring

You were luring, just like the ocean breeze captivated by the deep blue beauty! You were luring, just like a bee drawn to the nectar. You were luring, just like a beautiful stranger exchanging glances, bound by the hustle of a nightclub. You were luring, just like the other stars being around the moon. You... Continue Reading →

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