A Rare Kiss



And then one day

the two favorite people of nature

decided to kiss


Pic Info – Clicked while en route on a trek to Torna Fort in Maharashtra, India

Smoking Kills? Yes, It kills the cigarettes!


I really love you!

But you are a chain smoker.

And I was just another pack of cigarettes for you!


Pic – Clicked in Jan 2015, while visiting Universal Studios, Orlando, Florida, US

Words – Anonymous, found on Internet

Blood On Your Nails, Oh What A Grace!


And the Red gains more grace
When it gets on your finger nails

In The Pursuit of Darkness


She showed him how much
The life can get bright
Played with light and the eyes
And then left him blind
He loved her and thus
Chose the darkness prime
Started for the extreme
The opposite end of light
And in the pursuit
He left the rising sun behind

Gloomy Sunday


On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers,
I was waiting for you, my dear, with a church prayer,
That dream-chasing Sunday morning,
The chariot of my sadness returned without you.

Ever since then, Sundays are always sad,
Tears are my drink, and sorrow is my bread…
Sad Sunday.

Last Sunday, my dear, please come along,
There will even be priest, coffin, catafalque, hearse-cloth.
Even then flowers will be awaiting you, flowers and coffin.
Under blossoming trees my journey shall be the last.

My eyes will be open, so that I can see you one more time,
Do not be afraid of my eyes as I am blessing you even in my death…
Last Sunday.


Pic: Church Of Our Lady Of The Immaculate Conception, Goa

Words: English Translation of Laszlo Javor’s lyrics.

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