winter mornings,sun on head
searching for the lost piece
enjoying ice cream on roadside
he who held my peace
for lost or found continues
but settled for small things
sometimes appease

CAP under one roof

yesterday was like a reverie,

which came just for a nightstay
and was over as sun loomed...

it wasn't like a plan or a draft,

just like a dream...

unexpected and unwanted

but still will be relished

and finally its the first...

VOID

I am tired,
feeling wounded..
I am not a warrior
but a survivor ..
But this survival
seems to be cursed.
There is a cut
which is invisible,
its painful..
It grows when life is callous,
Slow when conflict is over..

Balancing the mind and the heart ,
Traveling life in a single cart..

WORDS

words
a big world of meanings
and unquenched feelings...