Black or white, elegant or rags,  Eyes speak in volumes of the  Ageless beauty, and confidence, Untold feelings that reflect  Through them : the eyes, that Yearn for and give away affection. Photo by Drew Dizzy Graham on Unsplash

I was called a pusthakapuzhu,  As I slept and woke up with books.    Books were my lifelines And my best friends too.    As days passed, I joined the rat race And the pusthakapuzhu in me went into hibernation.    The lockdown...

There she lay, all torn and battered,  And lost in the woods Sweeping the floor in agony and anguish.     The air carried the waft,  That was known to her and That made her weary eyes open.    She sensed the presence,  Of...

She was thirsty and parched,  The heat cracked her skin open.  All she yearned for,  Was a drop of water to soothe herself.    Her weary eyes, were in search,  Of that one speck of dark cloud,  Through which a drop...

Like the fallen leaf, Our life's pages fall apart, Making it unique.   Each leaf that falls down Has plethora of stories That are so special.   Nothing can be a Better learning than these life Experiences.  Photo by Mitchell Luo on Unsplash

Liar, they were called for They wrote cute and lovely lies Just like a small child.

His heart was cold and frozen,  Like the trees in winter.  His eyes spew fire,  At the sight of enemies across.  Fierce warrior that he was,  His only aim was to save his flag.  He shot everyone in the line,  But...

  The station bustling With people and trains chugging.  Letting out a loud siren,  Marched in the Ganga Kaveri Express.    We ran alongside the coaches,  To stop right in front of ours.  Quickly hopped onto it,  And began searching our berths.    Once settled,...