He would have blue eyes. . Eyes not blue like the rain but darker because when it rains the sky gets dark. His voice would be smooth but slightly rough around the edges, and of course loud because the lightening is immaculate and thunder threateningly loud….

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

The sixth panel. One quarter done!

her home was outside the village near the stables quiet, restful, separate she spent her time reading, or writing, or tending to her flowers she had a cat that liked to nap   she was the death tender summoned when necessary needed tucked away otherwise…

each moment tiny sparks flying, trying to ignite anger But with stable mind developed by practicing mindfulness, concentration with patience, persistance and practice these sparks die down in no time as there is nothing to hold them.

Train Tour Slowly they drift toward the station, iron filings drawn to a magnet. They ignore the steady passage of the freight wagons. They have no time for the sleek, smooth virgin as she rushes down the tracks. Awed into silence, they await the return…

He let her cling. And that was a new for her. His being still. Absorbing her chaos. Waiting patiently. For her waves to crash around him. Till her storms had found a shore. This was a new. A rock. A solid rock. Enveloping her. Towering…

“Horseback through the mountains, Trek up the hills, Use a kayak through the churning rivers.” Those were the rules given- at the bus stop by the water fountains.   Dehydration and exhaustion, our two main foes. Spinning heads and aching bones yet we go on,…

What if my laptop were personified? I ask myself on a sunny day. It would have fainted at the slightest of turbulent weather. And it would probably have inhuman DNA.   Won’t connect to the wifi, battery would die in less than two hours, I…

Days like these offer no time for resting. Sun beams lighting up skies of wonder and opening doors for pleasant pondering.  A towel laid out on a warm sandy beach is the vision of where I see myself. I open my eyes. The dark sky…