Before Dawn

As daffodils wilt beautiful blossomI could sense her belongingnessWithdrawing from wardrobe of emotions we have been sharing. As the summer rains drench and shower my hindrances and persistence.I believe, 'tis gonna puddleWith marshy muds and boom Resembling exile in dramatising aura. Before dawn knock the doorstepsOf ours I wound up bidding adieusTo marsh and bogFor … Continue reading Before Dawn

Strangled Beauty

Amidst the closet of pages, " the morning moon and the evening sun"Strangled to surviveThe crescendo of multitude.Often shining halves,Glimmering and healingThe salinity in her eyes. I am just wonderingWhat is next to sayEver if she says "Yes"To butterflies I carry onFor so long. ..................