My Bride

Ambience of passion with a ray of rarity

My love as come like a dove from above

Dressed in a flesh of spectacle like the queen of Sheba

Adorned with a tint of carnelian and glitter

Freezing all eyes as she descends from the stairs.

Moments of essence with a gleam of radiance

My beloved comes forth like the fullness of the moon

Charmed with smiles lubricated with sweetness

Her fairness halts the precision of time

And clock takes a long breath for everyone to stare.

Dreams elapsed in time as reality unfolds

My essence, your beauty is without a sense

For with it no man conjures a sense

My lady, you are indeed not beauty-full

For you are the standard fullness of beauty

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.