My Dad’s Scooter

My Dad’s Scooter

I remember my dad’s scooter,  Twas coloured red,  With black bordering the sides,  Making it look majestic.    I remember my dad’s scooter,  It’s number was 7121. Twas a part of my childhood  And now, in my memory.    I remember my...
Detox and Rejuvenate

Detox and Rejuvenate

The month of monsoon,  When pitter-patter, fall the raindrops,  On my tiled roof.  Gloomy sky, pregnant clouds,  Set the mood for a lazy day.  As a kid, I enjoyed,  Walking in the rain,  To school and back,  Sporting colourful umbrellas,  Ahhh.. the pride of holding...
And I Surrendered

And I Surrendered

The love that was showered,  Ahh.. Pure bliss twas,  And I surrendered,  To that love.    The trust they had on me,  Was more than expected,  And I surrendered,  To that trust.    They believed in me so much,  That they fought with their parents for me.  And...
Dignity for All

Dignity for All

Every heart that beats Deserves moments to be loved, Respected and cared. Photo by Jiroe (Matia Rengel) on Unsplash
That Bright Sun

That Bright Sun

Their lives were filled with gloom,  Like the pregnant, dark clouds that did loom,  Over the earth, arousing the petrichor.    Slowly, through the clouds, there came,  A streak of light – warmth it became,  So did the smile of the unknown to them.   ...