Ever since Phil Collins came into my life, this song title has fascinated me. So here I am, borrowing from @nomadwanderer’s lens… She takes the pictures, i tell the story… Let’s see where this takes us… Project Picture Stories: 1…
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Through my fiction I am born again
Parchai
Ek zindagi Kai kahaniyan, ek kahani kai parchaiyyan Ek parchai hai Jo saath chalti hai Mujhse Kai sawal poochti hai… Jawab kaise dun, Mai nahi janti, Har jawab mein ek nayi kahani, Ek nayi zindagi…
Dream
You are mine, You’ve always been. Every night A different scene… You keep me going Never let me stop You give me hope You give me props… I was afraid, Of who n what you are But in all your…
Untitled
Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain, Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain, Sachai se durr mujhe mere parr le jaate hain, Kabhi yahaan, kabhi wahan, Ek alagsi hai khwabon ki dunia. Mehakchipi hai Meri hai par…
Check out MyPiction: Get the Picture…
I want you to take a look at: MyPiction: Get the Picture… Image 109-Impossible Love
Letting Go…
Like a scent left lingering on, A waft of a familiar bond, I held on to it for all this while, Hoping it will conjure up Ur smile… Hanging on to the threadbare hope, I have been walking the tight…
Plathish Thoughts
A dream, a scent, an idea and emotion Every night I scribbled with complete devotion Your eyes your smile, Even the slightest of your reaction… I would sit and wait and watch, Waiting for you to materialize You stayed on…
Follow the sound of silence
There’s something about Simon&Garfunkel that makes you think think think. Here’s a story. Saturday evening. An exercise addict who had decided that this was going to be a day of rest has ventured out. The grey clouds covered the setting…
Freewriting a dream
The dream keeps coming… And you’re in it. You talk to me and I hear your voice. It sounds familiar but I hear it differently. Taking in the slight modulations, the way you twist certain words around. I look at…
Good Morning
A continuation of the earlier post ——— It was one of those mornings where he hated waking up. He was dreaming of something vague but he wasn’t sure. He forced himself up anyway. He walked to the balcony and glanced…