The InkDiary

They say he is a MAN For he has never had a tear in his eye! His tremendous esteem never let him cry Yes he is a MAN they say! It is tru...

Footsteps that once played beats of happiness And harmonised with the orchestra of autmn leaves Today stand at the doorstep playing their ...

They used to talk to me with muted lips They used to dance on my naive beats They used to be my soft support when I fell They played in m...

For the ones whose hands aren't free to feel For the ones whose eyes aren't ready to see For the ones whose ears aren't open t...

Wishlists ... why do people make them?  The idea of wishlists has always fascinated me. Wish-list: a list of all those wishes that hold a ...

I am afraid of flipping the pages of my inked diaries... As in them lie the leaves... Leaves of unsaid stories Leaves of unattended thirs...

A story of hearts did a poet once weave, Two hearts together, under the same roof did rhythemically beat, Playing the tones of innocent lo...