Penmancy

My lovely aunt Ms. Brook, loves to cook, Oh.. Nothing from the recipe book. Wonderful tales she cooks, just like that, Masala she adds, leveled and flat.   Poetry Style : Nashers Pic Courtesy : Unsplash First published in Penmancy for...

Joy is in the air, With people who care We blend.  Our sorrows, we share, Together, shed tear Hearts mend. Placed, no matter where, Our feelings we share, With friend. Poetry Style : Lai Pic Courtesy  : Unsplash First published in Penmancy as part of...

O Nature What was our mistake? You washed us out in fury, And left the rest, stranded in deep fear. Your children are scared for life, As their homes and schools, are wiped out Grounds are a puddle, or should I say,...

The waft Of petrichor Had the divine smell of rains. Trickled were my sleeping senses As it brushed against me.

Aye books A Writer's pride And a reader's delight Rustle and smell of your paper, Aah.. Intoxicating.

Freed you are from ignorance if you,  Read your way through books.  Breed with like minded binds,  Exceed your intellectual looks.    Sight the images that form in your mind,  Light them up with your words.  Right path if you take,...

Through the floating sponge I flew like the lovely bird, Fearless, focussed, undeterred, Ready for the plunge, Into the depths of my life, With confidence by my side.

The terrible sounds of blasts, oh! Unbearable. The stench of blood, flesh and smoke, makes us uneasy. What do you gain ye human, by spreading hatred? Please, let us grow up in peace, shed war, embrace love.