snapshots

a few snapshots while leaving the place behind hardly a place remains close to heart unless it gives birth to new words she was not ready for a new story but sometimes fate changes the destiny and then one knows how nothing can be planned since life will move on as it is meant to...

Clips

  Left in my virtues are your vices moments of unwashed memories I sit on a brown mountain in search of fleeting clouds which once brought the rains You are somewhere in a desert a barren mind of a writer in search of a white river meandering to meet the poet's solace I pick clips...

I Am No Goddess…

A fire burning my essence and scattering ashes of unknown stories that fade within dreams are no more dreams but desires of long lost destinies that could have been my own I walk on tales sang by the witnesses of my own land in which they demarcate my roles sometimes a deity and sometimes evil...