I have finally stopped trying to heal...I just hope for my soulPoetry may be my solace from myselfBut in every crack of my heart... You still be - Vibha
A Handful of Mountains
A Handful of Mountainsliving in my eyes,snowcapped peaksor conifers echoing of blue magpies.Wind rustles secrets into the Deodar's grove,pinecones playing along the hilly road.A walk down the jungle pathor a lazy afternoon after दाल-भात!Bring me back to the mountain lifeA window overlooking the valley,A door opening to a hilly ride.-Vibha
All That Remains
all that is unsaidis what remains ~between us voices hang onthe walls like ~tangled cobwebs only to be dustedaway into oblivion ~of arguments words unheardin the silence ~of screams unsaid is allthat remains ~holding on -Vibha
after the sunset
shades of redilluminate the sky,celebration ofa day gone by.shadows of mountainsscapes the blue,the tangerine ballpasses through,bringing homethe midnight jay,a few hours morefor it to stay… -Vibha
Musings of an Early Riser
greys of the sky alight in their full bloom city lights doze off, at a distance dawn looms, the nightjar trots along announcing the close of the witching hour, the sky cradles in its bosom, some leftover stars autumn night lingers along a little longer in the sky now that the equinox has just passed... Continue Reading →
Trespassers
real reflectionsof fake images ~Trespassers
together or not?
you and i hand in hand play a game of being us only us has missed chance the wait of one so near is a lie we yet unearth
Temperamentally April
Moods of April borns
Blues
Blues