Miles of Love

To the South Owl, The sun is at the end of its line, and stars are climbing up through my mind, lights have gone off into the glares, and all I can feel is the air, Through your hair, I believe, I see my senses breathing free through our dreams. Miles away from our beating…Read more Miles of Love


Instant Eternity

If we could capture our past as a picture, Then hold on the present with the colours, Nurturing the fruit of love for the instance of eternity, Letting the future shape as an oblivion, That is what I look for, a subtle black verse. - Sagar Arora Painting by - Athena Bhattacharya