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 →

My safe place

I walk into that room, all dark and so familiar. A gleam of light passing through those scruffy windows, Through those windows where the child clung onto back then,  Giggling at the passerby time and again. In the room lingered the scent of past! The books, the wardrobes, and the shelves covered in dust! Perhaps... Continue Reading →

Beautifully Rare

Do you know what makes you beautifully rare? Do you know why the world seeks for souls like you? The world out there is a black sky, where there are nefarious and ruthless things happening! And you are like the moon, where you have sensed the purity of the stars and also the terror of... Continue Reading →

Sands of Time

Those moments were like the countless threads of companionship and trust, merged into one to concoct a ribbon of eternity! And I never knew that each thread would part, That each memory would slip away, That each thread would just glide wherever the wind took it. And one day, where we are on different shores,... Continue Reading →

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