Nirvana

You are the fondnessYou are the devotionYou are the melody of my mystifying fluteZeal you are, belovedYes, my zeal you are You are the touch of nirvanaYou are the warmth of my soulYou stand at the peak of sacrifice You are my supreme enlightenment Wherever I am, ye reside within meThere’s nothing left in me

A Lost Page Of A Diary

Let the Doors Not Open… Astonishing are those imaginations that cannot be written down in words, explained through gestures or expressed through expressions. They look beautiful when seen through a series of mind games. On the other hand I have taken up enough courage to try and pen down those vivid yet unclassified imaginations. Being