A Game of Words

Aren't words beautiful to play with?

Wouldn't you love it if we could just sprinkle them in the blank spaces like the early morning dewdrops on leaflets?

Faces

If only there were faces enough for the faces of a lifetime...

An Almost Funny Love Story

It's almost funny how we crave for love

It's almost funny how we crave for love and yet let go because the letter bore a different address


It's almost funny how we crave for love and yet look for it in the faces, the ideas, the tales we weave



It's almost funny how we crave for love and yet never settle for it...

Shot in Sepia

Look at you
Cutting shapes, yet faceless


How you wish you could hold me within...



Don't wear a face tonight
I'd rather fall for the shape of you.....

Cloudburst

Bloodrush


Sweatdrops


Goosebumps...

Between

Between what was said and what remained


Love died a commoner's death, an everyday affair...

My kind of fairytale

I could paint the skies crimson.
Ochre. Burnt brown. Shades of violet.

Would it be any different?



I would write my skies different.
Winged men. Glass castles. Timeless love stories.
Call it a fairytale.



Actuality is expensive; fairytales affordable...

A sultry afternoon affair

A sultry afternoon.

Scarred notions. Broken pastels. Inexpensive whiskey.

An unfinished Frida Kahlo.


Reminiscences and reflections...

Mixed Media

How you wish you were different...


How you wish you weren't just one more
Lost in the hundred same stories with different faces wishing they were different


How you wish all of the storm that wrecks you apart every night could be splashed on the canvas

How you wish your stories could be different...

Be the poetry...

Be my poetry...

The poetry I could kiss goodmornings.
The poetry I could wake up next to, in the middle of a nightmare.
The poetry I could walk, into the sunset.
The poetry I could sculpt one more time, everyday...

About You

I'm not sure anymore, what intrigues me more.


What you speak in the silences?
Or, what you pen in the differences?

The Midnight Monologue

The endless desires I flush down the oesophagus every night

I wish I could tell you, tell them all




Only if...

The Rhetoric

Hide


Seek



Repeat...

Hello Stranger - Reloaded

Have you ever felt comfortably numb and helplessly naked at the same time?



Those chestnut brown eyes. Damn!

Hello Stranger

That night, those chestnut brown eyes looked into mine.

I felt comfortably numb and yet helplessly naked...