we meet say hello go a long way together lovingly depart we split say good-bye go a way or another – a cusp in my heart April 5, 2017, © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved Image: "Entraigues ou le

a storm raged last night trees branches leaves fallen scattered earth lies wet soaked and plundered April 5, 2017, © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved Image: The Storm (1885) by George Inness [Public

afraid of the contingent we bind time in calendars and clocks unbound it seems a store of shocks it defies our geometry and every scale all shapes linear or circular attempts to make it fall into a pattern

springs come, go away a day less or perhaps more but are never same © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

a leaf flutters strong challenges the wind thrashing a lonely bare tree © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

let us go back once more to begin anew what the conjuncture was and what all was due let us borrow the time machine to go back to that moment to arrive at a better tomorrow rewrite the past to exorcise

Surprised I stare In our city’s summer glare With towers high around Wirelessness surrounds Attacking unseen They buzz our ears Piercing stone walls With hidden spears But still sometimes Hopping I find

words paint as colours get the meaning they aspire when shine on your lips © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved Image: 'A Quiet Half-Hour' by Lionel Charles Henley (b.1843)

the first ray kisses the drowsy face feels a chill lovingly awaken throughout the day it tests us, our resilience slowly we accustom April 3, 2017 © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

the night falls softly tiptoes on balconies, at windows busy dreamworking © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

the night wraps us in its cool laziness in the cosiness of togetherness we meld with one another collecting all the crumbs that we spent through the day to trace our journey back home to drain away the

lost time and energy too waiting for my time in silence not hoping  © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved  Image: World of Stones

we haven’t stopped sinning since the original sin that set the ball of life rolling lost and orphaned from the garden of eden to the world of pleasure treasure and pain the seamless bottom of life and

smog arises the burnt desires wrapped in sadness winter is strange steely cold it crushes you within mist that floats between you and me binds us in sameness © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

plasters fallen off stories carved on the walls the author remembers the virgin passion needs channelling energy never circumscribed battered circumcised bloodied within the four-walls needs retribution

It’s difficult to go anywhere without a company life is so hard pressure is so high that it sizzles your veins drains and you’re sweaty. Without a company, you are lonely and rejected, of course, in the

Life is a journey between two points. Once it starts, You can’t look back, You can’t hold on to anything, But the two points – as two poles do hold together One another. Constantly, you are reasoning the

Life is a span of coursing and cursing endlessly, aimlessly, but suddenly a jerk a bolt you are thrown off guard, are found at the end where you began, quiet and still. 30/03/2017 © 2017, Prachand. All

fleeting images stored in words captured fire-birds fluttering in cages be the wind lifting thus lifted afar the passion rages © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved