Morrison’s Stars “When was the last time when you’d see the stars this closely?” The unanswered question floated a little longer than the tears of the little girl who held the answer in her tight lipped, sheep countenance. She looked fragile, as if a touch could bring her down into pieces; like her whole existence was a delica…

“What divides us pales in comparison to what unites us.” -          As rightfully said by Ted Kennedy to give us the essence of family. On our years together, as we roam this planet; we have come to not identify our duties towards mankind as obligations but rather a form of affection, a conglomerate of kindness and adoration …

There's something about train rides in India. Especially if you get a second tier, sleeper seat for a long journey across the Indian states. It isn't the posh luxury of crystal clean compartments or extra sanitized door knobs nor the company of elite people with a silver spoon stuck right up their bottoms but the way you wi…

I will Speak to you In a language, Only the Two of us can  Understand The world Often misinterprets My words for you And maybe It's the lies in the truth Of my heart That they have claimed  To forsee Which has  Melted the faith You had in me. Last time, When we talked I spoke The language Of beggars, Because I thought That was…

Silence Speaks sweetly When you're, Near to me And though You speak no words, Your heart beats Fast Every time I Tell you, That you are The best thing That ever happened To me. You Blush and Then, You come closer As I muster the courage To look You In the eye And shy I have never been But you make Me …

Tired I rest my claws, On the overhead cables That carry Power to the city Which thrives on it To become The hypocritical paradise Of people That complain by the day And laugh by the night, Rebuking their companions For treason Which half of the time Exists Solely In their minds. Sometimes The sky I have called my own, Feels so em…

We know We are different people, In the way We look, The way we talk And the way we carry ourselves, But then The aroma Of brown nectar Brought us together On the wooden table, Awaiting  For our secrets To be foretold as tales, Over cups of nostalgia. Sipping memories, We created moments, The warmth Of emotions, Spreading through o…