In the domain of refurnishedabode, symphony of change,the apartment bestowed. Old furniture ousted, modernallure imbued, spaciousnessborn anew, a sight to be viewed....
At times Memory obliterates language and is left blank,And I find myself lost in a vacuum around me,Sometimes it echoes silence, threatening...
O’ mourn bird where are thee?Please, come along and listen to me. My voice of pain and grief,Shattering all my belief; Belief...
In the distant vicinity of an urban locale, a cat’s crying is heard, restlessly persistent, clear enough to make a loud impression...
October dusk breeze is much more than itself –It takes my poet towards the wrench skiesI dare not to let it anywhere...
Do not open for visits, let it stay hushed like my heart! The mausoleum of your memory – crushed – my heart!...