A Space for Reflections and Musings
Snowflakes float into your lap in the soaring wind, Like the wishes of your friends residing deep within Your sighs and exaltations as you plough languidly through Hours and strides into your bleak day’s rendezvous With a crimson dove as it calls your dream of stone, As if your name it beckoned, a reality perhaps... Continue Reading →
And that, my dear friend is poetry, That which brings joy to a man solitary, Makes musical a moment seeped in melancholy, Feels like a drop of hot, sweet honey; That, dear friend, is the gift of poetry. Harbinger of beauty, and of things unfelt, Things with which we deal and they did too With... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 