Perception, after attaining depth, transform into sight. As long as the perception is mellow and remains confined within the limits of thoughts, the state of observation doesn’t take place. Sensibility remains a mental activity. When the thinking remains focused on a point, for a few moments that point transforms into a shape, form and features. This is called Observation.

It is hard to accept that you are dead.

Faith…belief and faith.

When relationships oscillate between hot and cold….

November PAD Challenge Day 4- Finding something unexpected.

I am sorry from the depth of my heart.

An ocean within me
in you another, try to come closer
till absorbed within each other.

Beauty of a woman is in true expression of womanhood.

A short poem on the endeavor.

A powerful earthquake shook the mountainous central Italy. By nightfall, the death toll stood at more than 150 people. Tens of thousands were homeless and at least 1,500 were injured in this earthquake which was the deadliest one in nearly thirty years. This is a poem I wrote describing how what I thought it would be like.