Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors….. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and less goodbyes. Once friendly… Continue reading
Lilac wine…. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
I’m neither a poet nor a writerI’m just a word arrangertaking words that are already therein written or spoken formsin a dictionary or a thesaurusor in myriad books…
