Striving to chase my dreams. If Sky Was A Person. On Orb of the Night. On Orb of the Night. A distracted, lethargic writer. As the dawn settles outside my window. I think about you;. Unfurling, uncurling inside me. Desires pooling deep in my belly. I think of us,. Walking down the lane, holding hands.

Catching clouds and pinning them down.

How Govt and People, Together reduce dependence on China! October 23, 2016. Real ways of Being Swadeshi to a large extent.

Other social media you can look me up on. And a bibliophile, and sometimes I write.

A little Nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men. Because when all the mistletoe has curled up into. Brown coils that sway listlessly in between chapped kisses and broken promises and. When all the egg nog has been spilt over and. Has slithered into the cracks between the wooden panels of the floor and. The snow has melted into water and. The tree is but a dead log and. The gifts are just broken plastic and. Just a fire and a floor;.