The pink carpet, that canopies the road, Creates a tunnel, so divine. Shaped like a trumpet, These pink flowers hum the tune, Probably to usher in spring. Or, to bid goodbye to winter. The IT city got a wintery feel, With the blooming Tabebuia Rosea. ...
Several drops of kindness And drops of care, A pinch of humanity, Would make a utopian dream, a reality. Dollops of love, And scoops of affection, Garnished with empathy, Would make a utopian dream, a reality. A generous serve of compassion, And...
The camp wore a somber look As the dark clouds of sorrow shrouded it. The waft carried the stench of smoke, Drenched in metal, blood and flesh. As the smoke settled, the boxes came alive, Wrapped in tri colour And ready to go home, To the family that was...
Life ain't a bed of roses for all, As thorns lay sharp for some. So was it for this little one, Who was confused with his identity. To the world he was a 'HE', To himself, he was a 'SHE'. Torn between this he and she, He forgot what he should see. ...
She smiled silently, As wholeheartedly she cooked But for whom, you know? Maybe her parents Or, wait, for her dearest friends? Or her spouse who's tired? No, her smile speaks more Of contentment and pure bliss Of feeding someone Who's a part of...
The wood to carve you, Is chosen after high scrutiny. It's worshiped before being chopped, To give the majestic shape that you carry. You're treated next to God, Revered and respected by all. The villagers that owns you, Love you like their progeny. ...
"She looks like a doll! " Exclaimed the crowd in unison. Her cheeks blushed And turned pinker than usual. She smiled as she walked past them, Waving and nodding to her fans. "She looks like a doll, badly battered! " She exclaimed to herself. The mirror,...
The swaying trees, The leaves caressing one another, Oh! Were they in love? Were they talking about their future? That alas! Wasn't in their hands? Or were they just discussing the present And deciding to live the moment? The gentle breeze carried their...
Rains, You quench The thirst of The parched,arid Earth and it's beings. The petrichor flags your Arrival on the lap of Nature, with your pitter-patter Oh! That urges the child within me To shed inhibitions and play with you.