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…

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

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…