God has weaved magic by creating animals, and particularly human. From a day a child develops brain in embryo to old age where he assimilates plethora of information in brain it is an interesting, joyous and sometime a pathetic journey.

Fleeting moments fading into
Time’s eternal atmosphere….

She had so many regrets.

I will save everybody who deserves it…but am I the one who will destroy what I just saved..?

Off the poetry prompt from Write/Market/Design Watching The Fireflies Flicker in the Rain. Dedicated to My Troy.

Haunting memories of the past must prevail,
Except when their bridges sadly collapse…..

Love is not to be feared.

Nature’s calling my name..

I have tried to depict one aspect of the human “mind”, its tendency to wander. Thoughts keep appearing and disappearing from no where, flickering, fleeting. And wat follows is one such glimpse into the flicker of thought.

Nothing can put out loves flame.