Books!!!

Books!!!

Your crisp rustling sound, fragrance of you, new and old, makes me fall for you.
One of the Kind

One of the Kind

I was a loner, Everywhere I used to go. None wanted to be with me, And my tears never ceased to flow.   My own types, They ignored me, As I disliked what they loved, And turned blind to what they see.   The others, ahh.. they too Didn’t appreciate my...
The Meeting

The Meeting

Hills with lush green crowns reach out to the azure sky traversing the clouds.