A writer by passion; in quest to pen down unheard feelings. Open for ghost writing .
Another sunrise, ànother sunset.
The snowy ceramic & the winter chills,
Our story incised on it as the seasons cartwheeled.
Signs changed as we grew older,
Birds drifted in search of the warmer.
With the falling sun & the child’s laughter.
Goes the one who promised me every answer.
Sitting at the window pane with the grey sky,
Lay the sound of your laughter, the feel of your touch & the broken promise of never saying goodbye.
The tide passed away,
Seconds ages away to years.
All the things, cleaved as the setting sun bid us our ways.
Now I stand here watching the ship sail out the bay.
Even if the lyrics falters,
The truth tumbles & the faith jitters.
The winter snow pinches,
As the agonised leaf thoughtlessly clinches.
Atmosphere is heavy