I don't write for the masses, neither do I intent to… My pages are wet with words only when heart & soul decides to pour out- bringing life to the unknown, undefined thought & feelings that plague me. An endowed writer is the one who’s able to take you on an everlasting voyage that’s unbelievable & memorable, although it hasn’t journeyed into those mighty seas yet… I claim to be such a writer. Thus, at times don't get surprised while reading my verses, For they're to mesmerize and take you on the voyages, My soul dares to journey through….
With completely broken and shattered into pieces, Clueless to mend and heal again,
One fine day, you as a miracle, silent sweeper, sweet as a candy, came along, tenderly seeping up all scattered parts, gingerly putting all in your tiny, yet, big ‘Red Bag’, Heart… It was there with all tenderness and compassion you mend back the pieces and reconnected me with my heart and soul, which I had long lost it somewhere in darkness…
That’s where now I earnestly desire to reside eternally in your “Red Bag”