CONFESSIONS OF A KALEIDOSCOPE

every time someone, something rattles me up I align in perfect poise with every twist and turn that shake me off balance I realign again and again all in a jiffy carefully hiding from those peering eyes broken shards of fuming red bruised blues weary yellow keeping up appearance. Jiffy

OF MUSIC AND MEMORIES

Loop  Once more I soak myself in that soothing melody…..                                              Bekarar karke hame …yun na jaaiye………   a voice trickles down my ears, stirring long sedimented memories to the surface. I play the song […]

QUILLED GENDER

Quill like a paper cut into strips quilled into a desired Design. They were clipped stripped shaped to Fit, Only to be possessed a thing of Beauty forever Stuck! But now redefining like a quill molted detached free soaring high, rewriting history!