Empty Notebook

My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use  for my pen, which lies  languorously without grief.  Nothing is better than to live  a storyless life that needs  no writing for meaning—  And when I am gone, let others…

Read More

Heading Home

Bid me be silent, bid me to conceal, Secrecy has been a duty to me. I could reveal my heart absolute, But Fate doesn’t wish it to be. The sun’s bright path, outshining my delicate sorrow, Dark nights fade away, delivering to sky another tomorrow, The marble stone cracking exposed its magnificence at last, And yields…

Read More