Tiny as a thumb; that would be my size, My toes, a few grains of rice. I would travel on the back of a bee, And fly to all places I wish to see.   My mattress, a few small leaves, On it I’ll sleep without any grief. With a piece of cotton under my Read more…

He didn’t quite fit in with the rest He tried once or twice but failed miserably Bullied and tormented, he went deeper into his shell He needed support and care, his mom could tell   His mother used to tell him that he was special That she loved him and cared for him The little Read more…

In the twilight mystery, engrossed in the vagueness of my prospects, I ramble in man’s ephemeral thought: At what point do things happen? And how long is it now? How do I stave off this awful event?

The winds try in vain to blow off the light And the waters thatched in the cold Many lives passed through the eternal circle Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds

Once upon a time sat a merchant in his house Robbed of his riches he now sat in a hut To feed twelve children and keep their mouths shut The youngest girl of the lot was a beauty Who was subjected to cold and misery One day the merchant heard about his ship’s return And Read more…

A cute little kid was restless He ached to be on the playground as he awaited the final bell to ring O it was going to be vacation time his heart would repeatedly sing   The teacher gave the class an essay as homework along with the promise of a prize The kid packed away Read more…