You and Me: A Brine Story
Standing by the seaside, I often wonder where the waves come from and where do they go? like me they are vagabond splashes every beach scours every shore searching those footprints that he left behind, whispering the forlorn story to every pebble, every grain the waves make sure it reaches his ears next time when […]
Can you hear me?
Grey soot of melancholyMeanders through my veinsCan you hear me? Tears knock on the cracksof my wearied soulCan you hear me? Serpentine thoughts derailMy mind is a meshCan you hear me? Haphazard crinkled wordsBattle with the dinCan you hear me? The sun may go downWith no hope of a dawnCan you hear me?