The unborn child
If, you would have touched my face Just for once, I bet, you would have never let go of me.
Poetry from the heart.
If, you would have touched my face Just for once, I bet, you would have never let go of me.
I see Noodles in the Air! I see noodles in the air I make castles here and there
What my Lord made is beautiful ever The earth, the mountains, the creatures Those sigh on their birth whenever
A dilemma of hues and cries A replica of ice cold eyes An era of hatred and discord A threshold…
On the blurred edges of my dreams, where i search for you each night, I found you once waiting for…
The shy flame of the candle, virgin demeanour, Struggles in the forest of the night, The passing wind steals solitary…
You want them to lie so when they elevate their prayers you don’t have to explain
There was something special in his eyes The little boy who stared at me,
How balmy the hymn of Krishna’s flute Thy bring out love from the hearts’ root
by Sergio A. Ortiz and Arunansu Banerjee The drunken clock is broken hour crowds; room shrinks on top of its…