Parekhit

Life is bizarre. And beautiful. And everything in between.

lay your head on my pillow and share your dreams with me

You are the exception to every rule of my solitude

he's the love that time has her waiting for

fragile memories reflected in silence where love still whispers your name

she fell gently with the rain for she knew how beautiful it was to fall

Seven of the 24 who feature in #AspireTheBook are baseer in Singapore They met yesterday to celebrate the book Here are some glimpses from that catch up

silence is also music

🙏 Beautiful Colombo Thank you @KaizzenComm @IRMPL @WordsWorkCC for helping make this happen

she’s all dulcet hues of dusk and midnight buried beneath golden stars in onyx

Glad to share that the fourth in the series - a collection of insights and stories from 24 Global Indians in Communications will be out next month! #SPARKTHEBOOK #SHINETHEBOOK #SURGETHEBOOK and now #ASPIRETHEBOOK

let's lay beneath the stars and tell the moon all about us

warming my hands on my teacup morning frost Ogawa

@parekhit Shock and awe of static scribbles.

hold me like the night sky embraces the moon, always and forever

you don’t write love; you live it until the words find you.

meet me at that quaint little coffee shop on the edge of town, where we can hold hands and talk about forever

whether one year or one hundred hence, she awaits the touch of loves return

which star guides me home? autumn breeze Issa

her heart, shielded behind ink

the cruelest vanity is mistaking boundaries for superiority.