I could, compose it into a song, euphonius; write it into a poem, fervent; paint it into a painting, esoteric. I could, get this all out there, in zeros in … Continue reading What Artists Do
Hands, steady. (forcibly) Legs, trembling. (veiled in walks) Face, calm. (stretched to smile) A voice composed, and a voice so loud, they can’t hear. Implodere, concealed. – Shubham Kumar P.C. … Continue reading “Implodere, concealed.”
Help me! I am stuck, Between the voices, Of him and her. She loves him, He used to. She fights to leave, He forces me to stay. He complains, about … Continue reading Help me!
I hope that, you are looking at the stars right now, because I am, and, if we are looking at the same stars, we’ll be sharing light from a common … Continue reading Anything of You
A million, billion faces, seen, stored & ignored. A few times tricked, by a face to be yours. Most days, imagined Resting over my shoulder. Everyday remembered, beneath the closed … Continue reading Your face
Have you ever felt confused? Between what’s real and what’s not? The dream you just saw, isn’t quite your world, but you want it to be, so much. You wake … Continue reading Another Day, Another Night.
You favour anonymity, Yet you crave for glory. Not just the black sheep, But also the ugly duckling? You yearn to be famous. To be recognised in the flock? For … Continue reading Here in No-where