An afternoon made from happiness


There was a scent of petrichor and chocolate ice cream within the air,

a simple day and a drop of Heaven.

looking into his eyes, a perfect bliss,

lying down, the monsoon serenity making him blush,

Grasping one another’s hand,

Vowing to never let go.

plucking a piece of an afternoon to cherish it forever.

Pluck

So, go create


Wake up

and laugh like a hyena,

Take photographs

and make memories of life,

Write journals

and pour your heart out,

Dance in the rains

like there’s no one watching you,

yes sing in the bathroom,

Dream endlessly, love fearlessly,

yes fly high like a superman,

make your life, be your art,

so, go explore and Create

An epitome of imagination

He stares at the sky like he’s hallucinating,

Sometimes he is dancing in a daydream or other time it feels like he is carrying the weight of the whole world,

He analyses everything, dream endlessly. There is a tremendous world inside of him. It’s there beneath his skin, murmuring in his veins to start new adventures,

One day he’s magic and another day he’s an illusion.

Paragon of imagination.

Those Days

The cold Crisp winds

The morning fragrance

The golden sunlight trickling through window

The mushy kiss

The sweet cuddle

The warmth of your hug

The first sight of your mesmerising eyes

The early morning chuckles

The smell of your aroma

The soul-soothing view outside your window

The smell of a coffee and Garlic bread

Those were the days when I fell in love

Momentary Qualm

I had a strange dream last night,

ghost and silhouettes,

waiting for me in an empty room,

heart full of wildfires burning,

saying ‘I love you’ to my favourite human one last time

they shouted, ”Wake up”

and I lied in bed, trembling.

Sigh… ‘Nightmare’ – Qualm