Spinning the time wheel I spin a yarn a tale of two mirroring souls memories are like fireflies they light up your heart align your body, your soul to the first encounter. We stood on the same rope bridge staring, then suddenly walk towards each other how our shadows melted in the lyric aubade of…

A golden ring with a lion’s head etched on it a wife caught in the waves of hazard ‘Revive a little, I’m daughter of the wise sage Vishvamitra the birthplace of virtuosity the creator of the Gayatri mantra at least look for yourself in the eyes of your child, memory is a genetic disorder. Slice…