I have seen you,Many times,In my dreams to old photographs,In those reflections,whenever we stoodin front of mirror glasses side by side.I have felt you,Many times,From that hug to a distant video call,In those slow voices,which we never spoken to each other,I have desired you,Many times,From my sad days to my happy ones,In those times,when I…
Author: Vikash Torkod
I’m an enthusiast photographer and a visual designer by profession. I find joy in chasing the first light of the day and the calm of the last. Exploring new places, meeting new people, and hunting for untold adventures fuel my creativity, both behind the camera and on the screen.
I believe stories can be told through light, colour, and honest moments. This space is where I share mine—one frame, one feeling at a time.
Peace!
I don’t want to be Sad
I don’t want to be sad, but it always finds the edge of my cover and pull it off, making me vulnerable. I hide every inch of my feelings from it, buried in secret, neither to be found nor to be discovered. Am I too rude to accept it or too weak to deny it?…
An Embrace, to a friend called death
A teardrop silence of chaos,an untouchable, unfathomable creature in nurture,the stillness screams with a voiceless cry,in quiet despair, a man silently died. Nothing alters, neither the air, nor the space,as presence dissolves in this unending race.time exults in eternity’s endless loop,parallelogrammed windows pour yet another scoop. Surrounded by a universe, familiar yet unknown,left behind, a…
Can You?!
Can you be my cherished embrace, a haven of love’s sweet grace,In joys and sorrows, hand in hand, my solace, my happy space,Can you be my quenching well, where love flows pure and true,A sip from you, my dearest one, to soothe my heart, my every rue. Can you be my tale of love, woven…
I want to write to you, this…
When the world gets a little older to us,Life will mostly runs through the pavements of our wrinkles,Sitting on a rustic wooden chair,Singing old melodies off the strings,Urge to spoil the puddles of rain, will get a break,A space reserved for unimaginable utopia,On the banks of waving flags,Our history will be recalled for present,Then we’ll…
I’ve got Love!
I’ve got love,Perhaps a touch more than is typical,To ensure that all is well,Be it near or distant, grave or trivial. I’ve got love,To pierce through the soul beyond the visage,To cherish each nuance,Whether of flesh, bone, or mere kinship. I’ve got love,For every gaze that beams upon me,Weeps for me, sings for me,And perpetually…
Whatever it takes
I’ve noticed some colors are missing from my sky,while this evening I went through the pages of my book,I believe that the sky is not seeing your smile since in a while,And this heart is far away but still craving for your eyes, for your look. How crazy it is when we dive-in for some…
Echoes of you
A repel arose from the point where you touched my heart in silence,Traveling through every part of my skin,Tangible and intangible, seen but unseen,Scalping out every pinch of word from my soul,Just to find that the light passing through it,Revealing your remarks in the form of your name. Fluids of rhythms and music flown through…
Where is my Room
Where is my room, of plants and garden,Of etched walls with Victorian patterns,Paint of violet and tangerine, like it’s folding the sky to night,Some hopeful vase at the corner,dreaming to bloom with the scents of passerby,Curtains so close to windows,listening every bit of seasons’ change,while the chimes stops clinging at monsoon. Where is my room,…
Rejection
When I walked the lane empty handed,Some grains of time sliped from my pockets,Walls of abundance growled of emotions,that I always been prepared for the battles in my war jackets,I may not found you in there,may be not in the time frame we have shared,may be in the very next life we are gonna be…
Golden Feathers
It took me a while to get to know your soul,The bird, the phoenix resides in you.But trust me I know now,I know that you don’t want to be questioned anymore,For what, where, why, whom.You are tired of being controlled by these questions,Overly cared and by more possessive commitments.The will inside of you wants to…
The Confession
The confessions tell me,You are my crazy thought of all time,the hardest kiss I believe on the pages of our lifetime,the longest hug, I desire between your arms. The pebbles on the path tell me,You are my most amazing journey,a home I can never forget while been drenched in rain for so long,a bed that…
Words in a Tea Cup 
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