Imagining Yesterday

rosedust of dawn

traced on my fingers

brushed off my eyelids

with the harshness only familiarity brings

skin on skin

"they're almost kin", they'd say

with noses growing into each other's

eyes that slant and droop

pendulous drops of lovedew

extended beings of rosedust

swatches of love in the sky

we moved to a time of our own

ate purple clouds of wonder

woke up and stretched

between realities

with traces of pink rust

there would always be rosedust

Gerberas in my window

Mischief Managed

Dated: 29th July, 2011 | Studio: Tattoo Star | Artist: Vishal (Extreme left)

 

Purplesong

Ever heard dusk falling in on you? 
Like soft chimes on a desert wind 
Muted by their own resonance 
ripples and ripples

From Letters Past

We wove stories into time.
Little stories, never meant to be told, only to be lived and forgotten. 

Musings

Let us sit at the corner shop
Drink flower-of-sunshine malt
and stroke lilies with the tenderness of dragonflies.

We've lived centuries of pleasure and pain
Let us rest now.

Of House Elves and Children's Tales

"That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to understand. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped."
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows