Little Infinity of us

Late night talks, To midnight walks, To the dark nights, When you arrived as dawn. To the rain, You gave me someone to dance along. From the silent kisses, To the violent misses. And to be standing along, With each other so strong. You are perfect in every sense I thought. To the care, Somehow …

The Desire.

What's up with this life of mine, So strenuous yet so light, Rather boring yet with those whirlwinds. Seeping through is an inbred desire, Feeding my heart and ravaging my soul, To wraparound the illogical and the dysfunctional, And arcing around to hit the bullseye. The desire is such that it weeps for attention, Seeks …

For the Books !

Sensitive touch , smile on the face , wonder in the eyes and hope in the heart.. That’s how a bookaholic opens a book! It’s weird how we get attached to one book and hug it like a lover, dreaming all about it when we sleep. We have always loved them, treated them as our …