It’s so true, love’s always a matter of life and death!

When love shares a reality life is like really living with a meaning,
When it doesn’t life’s like leaving without a meaning.
It’s just a matter of time; when one’s mind gets lost for a while and all the clamouring morbid thoughts will rise into an ultimate reality. Till then he’s a joker and thereafter he’s a glorified joker.
Can only thank all without blaming.


To my everything.


The Word cried its heart out in anguish: “I really miss something. And I so much feel the emptiness. Oh no! I can’t hold it any longer.”

The Meaning bellowed in agony: “I am fed up with stuffing your paunch always with meaning.”

The Mind advised: “Oh! come on guys. Balance your emotions. Get reconciled. For this is a very important day for you. Don’t you know it?!”

“Oh, really? First, you really learn to use it like you mean it even before you think to advise us.” The Word and Meaning together shouted in unison.

Above all of them, Time grinned maliciously.

Every blossom…

To my Love

“Why you conceal your heart in a prayer?”

I asked a stubborn rosebud.

“To protect it from trampling in love.”

She replied.

“Then where’s the beauty of becoming
And the passion of being?”

In an answerless stillness,

The breeze stroked her cheeks.

And to fill the moment she asked:

“What! Why you staring at me?”

“Hmm…Maybe adoring you being.”

In shyness, in a sweet tender voice

She asked again:

“What’s that you want from me?

What you wish for?”

“May you open your heart in love

And spread your fragrance in joy.

Wish I could embrace every petal of your heart

And kiss every lips of your body.”

She blushed and there she blossomed.
Every blossom, isn’t it a wish come true?

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Photo Credits to Despina Karvounis 

Hi Des

It would be absurd if I ask, would the moon ever be sad over a setting sun and the night over an ending day…

But I do see the moon is gloomy and the night is weeping… 


P.S. Des, pls get back to me at anthonisbri@gmail.com all the rest is blocked… 

Holy sin of my heart

He might passionately have longed for falling, but He couldn’t. He is too godly to be manly. The very urge of His to fall is life-breathed by the creation of man. The very urge to fall thus became the very heart of that creation. Then He blessed this heart with love to make sure the fall to be more intense.


My heart becomes a fallen angel and my body a pandemonium.  Ah! Love – the Holy Sin of my heart.


                     Photo credits to Despina

would you?

Wanted to tie my heart up.
For, stark raving mad it goes, 
Like an eccentric drunkard it dances, 
Like a cast-off soul it wanders around. 
Away it goes… Away it goes…

Save me. Emancipate me.
Will you?