BUTTONS

The spirit outside the window of her eyes knocked at her lips, a fluttered sigh, a cloud of smoke. She rose. Buttons of her soul fell. Scattered. Naked. She ran. The spirit knocked. Knocked again. She sent her smile to heaven. Searching the cure, the moon gazed at her. A grey palpable world invaded her nude spirit. The spirit did not knock. It now fed winter to the buttons. And she sighed again. Her voice coiled round her bosom.

ATTEMPT

The gentle persistent pressings of a chicken, ready to leave the egg.

The soft attempts to break the shell of protection, an effort to touch the impalpable light and air.

MYSTERY

These clandestine involvements thrust us into a spiraling mosaic of enigma and while unraveling the threads of cosmic mystery we experience an ethereal bliss of joy, we also metamorphose into blossoms of beauty infinite.

DOGS

‎...And yer conscience could never suppress the beauty of yer mind coz at heart every dog is an angel­ ­.

FLY

Fly with the birds of Faith in the skies of Peace and ye will never fall down.

GRANDEUR

Even if skies were my paper, oceans were my ink.. I sure wouldnt have been able to pen my love.

GLOOM

Scarlet silence of sadness fades when hazel hue of happiness hovers around...