Turning over the pages are so many,So many lives of some unknown tribesEach phrase on the left, painting the canvasThe lines on the right, turning night anxious Every chapter with dark sky brings hopes in starsMorning isn’t so luminous, radiant or Isn’t much of pleasantThe lives are spinning wheel of overflown inkBorrowed from death, one…
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!
Eclipse
She wears her feathers inside her skinso nobody can tame her and pull out,When the sun dances through the horizon,and the stars show up in the sky,She reveals them and flies to the moon,Where the moon seems far but he understands the chaos inside of her,He loses his strings to catch her on that plate…
Crazy Heart
I want to tell you a story, of a crazy heart lived by the river side Captivated with thoughts longer than seasons that go disappear by the end of July, But forgets to tell the lies that it tells to hide it’s flawled stars which of those were fallen from the sky long before then…
For a thousand year
One little word I have for you, So you know what it’s like to be in it, I can’t express more than that, Cause it’s the last thing that fits, Trees of illusions are grown to roof, branches dawdling around my thoughts, The more I get close to the moon, I find myself tangled into…
Her best Lies
Speaking of flying, Reminds me of her smile that is very semetrical to butterfly wings, Eyes are always filled with lakes containing comparing to all the love in the world, Out lived the shells, where she grown her wings, Unimportantly juggle her outlined limits crossed over by passing all the sadness, Dream makes her world…
A Night
I saw you dropping by some words behind, While taking a walk to the gates in the night, Rain dripping quietly followed your marks, You didn’t look back, felt the time was right, I was eager to know about your misguided intensions, by softening my steps over the pods of water I followed, Slowly the…
वादा करो आओगे
दिन का एक टुकड़ा संभाल कर रख लिया है मैने, वादा करो तुम आओगे, वादा करो आओगे और अपनी हथेली मे एक सेर रात की भी लाओगे, चाँद को भी छुट्टी दे दी मैने की तुम आकर मुझे रोशन कर जाओगे, तुम्हारे आने की तय्यारियाँ भी पूरी कर ली है मैने, जगमगाते जुगनुवन को मैने…
Her Pride
By the dust of infinite pride and truth,She stands still to look into the eyes of destiny,Splashing abstract future on to the canvas of life,Dragging uneven brush strokes through her sharp dignity,Cutting sheets for making an unprecedented origami structure,surrounded by pointy needles of social desertness,From chaotic mishap of her way out to the bright light…
सिलसिला
हँसी के पिटारे मे हाथ डालतुम्हारी यादों का सिलसिला शुरू कर दिया,ख़यालों के रंगो से बाल धो करतूने नये परिंदों को झटक दिया,यह परिंदें उस आज़ाद गगन के हो गये,जहाँ बादलों की पगडंडी मे तारें घूमा करते हैं. गीले शीशे मे से रोशनी की फुहारबिस्तर के चादर को और नर्म किए हुए है,तारीखों की सीढ़ियाँ…
Hymn
Everything seems quiet when I think of you, A hymn arrives into my breath of your name, Click clicks on the wall like it’s breathing, My feelings start to float with all the pictures in frames. I start to feel my veins with all the blueness of it, Consternation hover above my senses, Music starts…
छोटी सी बात
एक छोटी सी बात है बस, तुम्हारी बातें थोड़ी ख़ास है बस, रात ढल चुकी है अपने ही एहसास मे, बारिश भी भिगो रही इससे अपने ही आवास मे, मैं यह सोच रहा की तुम क्या सोच रही, क्या बातें इतनी गहरी हैं की हमारे लफ्ज़ सासें खोज रही, मन कह रहा थोड़ा रुक कर…
Yellow butterfly
She plays her games with butterflies Sings beautiful song for her beautiful sunrise Twinkles her eyes at blue sky Like a gem on lotus petal with a surprise Flies with her cloudy feather So, her feet don’t rest on ground, And shall never She had built her own bridges With the sacred red oak wood…
Words in a Tea Cup 
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