“Riya, honey, let’s hurry. You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” Riya’s mother warned her fourteen-year-old daughter and hurried to retrieve her school bag and water bottle from the dining table. Riya gobbled the last bit of toast and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Coming, mom” She hurried Read more…

White powdery flakes drift through the air Aimlessly wandering like a lost soul They go where the wind takes them As if on an evening stroll   From the warmth of his covers With beady little eyes, he watched it float Beautiful n mesmerizing was their creation O’ how the heavens must gloat   Getting Read more…