"If death had a face, it will be of the nearest person you lost to the inevitable."This statement is my belief. The nearest I came to death was when my father died. It did not come to me as news but I witnessed it in front of my eyes. I live that episode every now... Continue Reading →
bolts of lightning crack into the grey sky thunderous echoes shatter the silent night a moment of life flickers and then is laid to rest life in a metaphor proves nothing at our behest fragile all that lives fragile until death...
A Walk with Death
Welcome my hooded friend, I have been seeking your visit for long. You needn't hide your inevitable self, You are my thornbird's song. You've intrigued me for years, I waited for the final day. Devilish as you may seem, I would love to walk along the bay. Or is it a jungle trail you walk?... Continue Reading →