Time lapse

The sky keeps changing, While you sit, caught in a time lapse, Breathing.

Winter is coming

It's time to pack my bags and head south. Echoes are calling me back home.Sweet home.Read me with a song: The sad cafe by Eagles

Alberta, the wild rose country

My three months of vacation in Alberta is coming to an end. There were endless number of things I saw, but a few have left indelible prints and that is what I have tried to put together in this illustration. These are a compilation of moments that may have changed me as a person. These …

Death of a rose

There's a spring in my heart, but fall outside my window. The rose bush is dying, Winter is knocking at my door.

Aurora granted

The porcelain beauty, the celestial muse for a thousand lovers of verse- The Silvery Moon, was always the most reverred sight for me, until today, when the sky finally granted me a show of colours. I ran out on the street at 3 in the morning following a flimsy trail of green until the bright …

Memories of moon

Mindlessly, whispers the Night, to the Moon hiding behind the pine:  "Why so pale?"

1607- the day I missed the show

The park looks empty,The children have gone.To watch the rodeoDowntown At Saddledome.He was to playAt Calgary tomorrow,Which meant,Waking up on the morrow.But like a Cinderella sans fairy,I chose to stay.Now I sit fumblingWith jarring speakersNoise getting away.Down the hallway,He singsOf the girl from the North country.Parked up in Worsley,that could well be me.Wooed by his poetry,Charmed …

Inside Mary’s room

Looking at Canada All through the window of a speeding car. Stopping at gas stations, The only place I have looked in. Waiting for a pack of pall mall, I miss civilisation. Even the lightning Always looks at bay. I hold my breath and count, The thunder reaches late. 10 seconds, 2 miles away The …