This too shall Pass

Time passesAs the brook flows byMere things change so rapidlyAs days change so frequentlyMany raindrops have fallenSo many sunsets have been stolenOf lost smiles and gigglesBuried are they half feet downCovered with withered dull

‘Modon da’ & Corona

It has been since months now that the entire world has been battling with an invisible enemy which has spread its venom and dragged all of us down to a jeopardizing dark pit-hole for us to live like mice. It has literally engulfed the

THE MOON

Finally she paid a visit To my cozy warm balcony For days so far She peeped and peeped And made a swift retreat But today shall I say it's a visual treat? Through my painted glass

THE WINTER PORTRAIT

The awe inspiring beauty That he tries to paint Embracing the deadly silent sight Of the snowy wintery night The winter portrait he paints With perfect brush strokes, He swifts with ease Caring least about the freezing chilly breeze Of

BIRD HOUSE

Fizzy wind And the blushing sunshine Upon the silhouette Swings those in red, fuchsia and wine Amidst the fascinating greenery Those roses encasing beautiful scenery And he flies above them all Twittering and flickering Fluttering and

“The rhythm speaks”

There is a call from the rhythm devine That ripples and I follow Not as a wagabond though Its just those beats Which creeps within & merges with my heatbeat Those illusions and expressions Oh what a visual treat! I twist and turn

The Blending Turban

For the crown that she wears And the burden that she carries With blends of shades And splashes of colours Patterns and doodles Hues and scratches Blacks and whites highlights and contrasts In the most remarkable command! The blending