A Letter of Love..

The Cross-roads of Thoughts Over You


I don’t know what to say
Or even where to start
But I never would have guessed
It’d be you to break my heart

You can just walk away
But I don’t feel the same
My love for you was true
And to you it was all a game

I wish there were a way
I could go back in time
To hold you in my arms
As if you were still mine

Please someone tell me when
This pain will go away
When I’ll forget the past
And move on to another day

A day where just for once
You face won’t cross my mind
I won’t think of our memories
I'll just leave them all behind

I won’t think of our good time
Or the way you made me feel
I’ll move on to someone new
Someone whose love is real

The memory of your kiss
Will finally disappear
And never again for you
Shall I shed another tear

I say all this right now
Wishing it would be true
But I know tonight, I'll go to bed,
Crying over you....

Decadence

Gradation of life
in initiation, when repelled
vignette is lost
in the dialect of aphasia

curt spite
tears asunder
polychromatic genres
of kaleidoscope: Life

the illusion: congenital
centurion of constellations: Fate
the chronology implies
receding sequitur: the Prophesy of Dying Inside

luxiarance reactionary
of human in desires: The Animal
Quandary of Sage in Himself
embezzles the palatial puritan

A cadet notorious: The Vice
destroys the ranks of Army: The Virtues
Corrosive, destroying
lying in decadence:the Today's Human

Mumbai : The Glistening of the Cosmopolitan

The photograph's ta'en in a moving car. I simply love the place, as i see it with the cabs of fiat lining up, the wheels sliding on the rainwashed streets of the City of Glamour. I love it.