They knew what the time they spent was going to be. There was silence that needed filling. And right then, the Bluetooth speaker started playing…
SHAIKSPHERE
They knew what the time they spent was going to be. There was silence that needed filling. And right then, the Bluetooth speaker started playing…
SHAIKSPHERE
Either you are living a dream
Or you are chasing a dream
Neither if you are
You are a weary soul with a baggage staring at the star studded ceiling upon the sand stuffed bed
SHAIKSPHERE
The background is the collection of beautiful renditions on a New Orleans based street-performers’ rustic violin, interspersed with electronic music support…
The cheapest couch from the Swedish showroom adding the right colour tone to mimic the world on the other side of the window…
The breeze ruffling the branches like those fingers running across the hair of their beloved…
It’s an undreamt reality, but a serene one for sure…
SHAIKSPHERE
Droplets tipping their way across the window sills.
Rushing away towards their end as fast as they began.
A hand making an imprint on the misty screen.
A little wish, a wider imprint engulfs mine.
SHAIKSPHERE
All that’s missing is the warmth of the soul and the presence of the sole. A touch, a breath, a rhythm of the heart beating, synchronised with my own…
I always feel I’m asking for too much, since if it weren’t, I might have had it already…
Nah, isn’t depressing, though wouldn’t lie it isn’t sad…
If I could only send this to the one who I wish needs to read it, maybe to the one who wants to read it…
SHAIKSPHERE