some pics of God's own country by yours truly

On Valentine's Day

Her silence is a cathedral

Where my prayers echo

Her memory like the wind

Caress the stream of life

That has existed for eons

And yet its only now that

It has felt the warmth.

 

I know she’ll never return!

How can she?

For she never left my heart!

My breaths are her footsteps

In the journey of time

Love travels-

To the soul!

 

Her embrace burned me long back

The sun melts the moon

Dewdrops smile like a new born child

In the cradle of a lullaby!

Time will wait

And so will fate

For our reunion! 

hmm......

strange as it may seem, here i am....sitting with a blank mind, with nothing to say whatsoever. yet i have this urge to say something. whatever comes to my mind.
first.

evolution of vertrabates?
her loneliness?
my film projects?
how to acquire a passport?
her career????
my career?
my parent's health?

the mind is like a window waiting to open.
but the files are so heavy that
here is sit with a blank mind and biting my nails in between writing this blog!
hmm.......
and she sits in a coffee shop reading a book, sipping a cup of coffee.