What am I

Some one blew air into me, bubble I became, The bubble assumed size, building walls with presumptions, inhibitions, fears, and convictions…. Now, optimised it stands, wobbling and restless, The walls show me a reflection, but I want more, I take a long walk to touch the walls, And the outside responds with rhythmic ripples Ripples … More What am I

Soma to Mayura

An old canvas lay dusty and brown on my desk, half done with a grey crescent, painted ages ago, never stirred inspiration enough to finish, caught my eye a few days ago. Blues and purples and pinks splashed in my mind and the coolness of the moon somehow sent a sense of peace down my … More Soma to Mayura