In the middle of mustard fields, where yellow flowers stretch farther than the eye can hold, she stands— a lonely girl, as if she has always belonged to this quiet. The wind brushes past her, lingers a little, moves on. The flowers lean, almost like they know her story, almost like they’ve heard it before— 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…
With tears running down her round beady eyes The little one sat with her head bent low She clutched her soft toy tight N looked at the sky, sprinkled with a soft glow Her father came around and sat beside her “Why are you here all by yourself?” he asked “I miss mom,” was Read more…
It was a cold and a moonless night With a cloudless sky and no light Anxiously, the girl kept looking back And her feet began to run instead of walk She had promised to be early and on time But she had been captivated by the shining lights Her golden hair flying away with Read more…
She waited in the corners As people came and went The winds howled faraway And birds roared above But she only had four walls to stay To have given up her freedom To only be called a beauty O’ what a silly bargain had it been One she had known all along One they Read more…
The rain pattered down as the students flocked to the gates. They were at a school, unknown to friends and mates. Some were ordinary, some were gifted. They stood on the stairs as their gazes nervously shifted.
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…
I sat in my home cocooned in my space, Nothing or no one can penetrate the walls I made. Some call me goner, while others think I am a joke, But I am happy to live in a daze, If you are with me and all around are the sun’s warm rays. I still remember Read more…
I will live in the in-between land where the far-off murmurs of the crowd give me company while I tell stories to myself. I will build a hut in the fringes of fraternities and forests, where I’ll plant a garden for the deer and demons. I will write poetry from treetops for the life of Read more…
Had the oceans stopped crashing on the rock Or had the birds stopped flying? The world did nothing more but talk So why should I bother faking? I am flawed, and I bleed tears What do others do when they sense fear? I feel alive at dusk and wither in the dawn Is it fallacious Read more…
